| Song | The L.A. Song |
| Artist | Dave Barnes |
| Album | Brother, Bring the Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barnes | |
| She drives down on | |
| Sunset With the windows down | |
| Just so she can let it in | |
| She knows he's far-gone now | |
| But there still are pieces | |
| Pieces there still left of him | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She's careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can't help but love him | |
| Love him There is a picture sitting by her bed | |
| Her reflection in his face | |
| She has been meaning, meaning to move it | |
| But it's always been his place | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She's careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can't help but love him | |
| Love him City of angels, everyone is sleeping 4 am and she's awake | |
| She is moving, moving that picture | |
| Someone will fill that space | |
| Someone will fill that space |
| zuo qu : Barnes | |
| She drives down on | |
| Sunset With the windows down | |
| Just so she can let it in | |
| She knows he' s fargone now | |
| But there still are pieces | |
| Pieces there still left of him | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She' s careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can' t help but love him | |
| Love him There is a picture sitting by her bed | |
| Her reflection in his face | |
| She has been meaning, meaning to move it | |
| But it' s always been his place | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She' s careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can' t help but love him | |
| Love him City of angels, everyone is sleeping 4 am and she' s awake | |
| She is moving, moving that picture | |
| Someone will fill that space | |
| Someone will fill that space |
| zuò qǔ : Barnes | |
| She drives down on | |
| Sunset With the windows down | |
| Just so she can let it in | |
| She knows he' s fargone now | |
| But there still are pieces | |
| Pieces there still left of him | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She' s careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can' t help but love him | |
| Love him There is a picture sitting by her bed | |
| Her reflection in his face | |
| She has been meaning, meaning to move it | |
| But it' s always been his place | |
| He uses love like a bullet from a gun | |
| She' s careful like a surgeon | |
| Everywhere he goes they all know to run | |
| But she can' t help but love him | |
| Love him City of angels, everyone is sleeping 4 am and she' s awake | |
| She is moving, moving that picture | |
| Someone will fill that space | |
| Someone will fill that space |