| Song | Shallow Inland Sea |
| Artist | Driftless Pony Club |
| Album | Janel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Driftless Pony Club | |
| We can't pretend | |
| That we're not mistakes | |
| So accept the truth | |
| That we're not meant to be | |
| Hold my hand | |
| While you break my neck | |
| I'll cut your wrists | |
| And we'll start over again | |
| Sniper killed the doctor | |
| That was gonna kill me | |
| The police killed the gunman | |
| While he was trying to flee | |
| I wish I was the bullet | |
| That careened through his skull | |
| Cause then I would know if | |
| He was right or wrong | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we're gone | |
| We'll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape | |
| I wake up on the shore | |
| Of a shallow inland sea | |
| And there I lie | |
| Until someone remembers me | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we're gone | |
| We'll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape |
| zuo qu : Driftless Pony Club | |
| We can' t pretend | |
| That we' re not mistakes | |
| So accept the truth | |
| That we' re not meant to be | |
| Hold my hand | |
| While you break my neck | |
| I' ll cut your wrists | |
| And we' ll start over again | |
| Sniper killed the doctor | |
| That was gonna kill me | |
| The police killed the gunman | |
| While he was trying to flee | |
| I wish I was the bullet | |
| That careened through his skull | |
| Cause then I would know if | |
| He was right or wrong | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we' re gone | |
| We' ll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape | |
| I wake up on the shore | |
| Of a shallow inland sea | |
| And there I lie | |
| Until someone remembers me | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we' re gone | |
| We' ll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape |
| zuò qǔ : Driftless Pony Club | |
| We can' t pretend | |
| That we' re not mistakes | |
| So accept the truth | |
| That we' re not meant to be | |
| Hold my hand | |
| While you break my neck | |
| I' ll cut your wrists | |
| And we' ll start over again | |
| Sniper killed the doctor | |
| That was gonna kill me | |
| The police killed the gunman | |
| While he was trying to flee | |
| I wish I was the bullet | |
| That careened through his skull | |
| Cause then I would know if | |
| He was right or wrong | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we' re gone | |
| We' ll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape | |
| I wake up on the shore | |
| Of a shallow inland sea | |
| And there I lie | |
| Until someone remembers me | |
| Turn my bones into sand | |
| And make concrete | |
| To fill up the land | |
| Beneath my feet | |
| And when we' re gone | |
| We' ll leave no trace | |
| No part will remain | |
| In this landscape |