| Song | This Side of the Screen |
| Artist | Ides of Space |
| Album | There Are No New Clouds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
| It's everything I miss when you're not here | |
| That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
| And I'll beg you in ink, so much that I'm afraid | |
| Your singing follows me around | |
| So I'll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
| That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
| And of all the folders that we kept there | |
| Thinking that we might not need | |
| To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
| That's melting through | |
| You make me search really hard | |
| For things that might exist | |
| And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
| Though we're wishing them from far | |
| And does your sky look like that right now? | |
| You're further away and still closer now somehow | |
| And though it's not the cliche that we like | |
| And though your days aren't black and white | |
| We're not yet moving out of spite this time | |
| And I'll wish you back here first time around | |
| To think from under steady ground | |
| And keep on moving around you now | |
| You're further away and still closer now somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow |
| zuo qu : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
| It' s everything I miss when you' re not here | |
| That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
| And I' ll beg you in ink, so much that I' m afraid | |
| Your singing follows me around | |
| So I' ll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
| That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
| And of all the folders that we kept there | |
| Thinking that we might not need | |
| To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
| That' s melting through | |
| You make me search really hard | |
| For things that might exist | |
| And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
| Though we' re wishing them from far | |
| And does your sky look like that right now? | |
| You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
| And though it' s not the cliche that we like | |
| And though your days aren' t black and white | |
| We' re not yet moving out of spite this time | |
| And I' ll wish you back here first time around | |
| To think from under steady ground | |
| And keep on moving around you now | |
| You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow |
| zuò qǔ : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
| It' s everything I miss when you' re not here | |
| That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
| And I' ll beg you in ink, so much that I' m afraid | |
| Your singing follows me around | |
| So I' ll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
| That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
| And of all the folders that we kept there | |
| Thinking that we might not need | |
| To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
| That' s melting through | |
| You make me search really hard | |
| For things that might exist | |
| And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
| Though we' re wishing them from far | |
| And does your sky look like that right now? | |
| You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
| And though it' s not the cliche that we like | |
| And though your days aren' t black and white | |
| We' re not yet moving out of spite this time | |
| And I' ll wish you back here first time around | |
| To think from under steady ground | |
| And keep on moving around you now | |
| You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow | |
| Somehow |