| Song | Locate the Pieces |
| Artist | matt pond PA |
| Album | Last Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
| Locate the spaces in every branch | |
| For the sake of the sun | |
| Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
| And we'll trace them | |
| The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
| Start the sky bending sidelong | |
| The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
| Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong. | |
| The summer is spinning out of control til we're only ourselves | |
| Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
| I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
| The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
| Lately I don't know what I could want from anyone | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
| There's flashes of blueness. | |
| Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong. | |
| And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, there's flashes of blueness. | |
| While you look at me and I don't know what you see | |
| Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
| There could be blueness |
| zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
| Locate the spaces in every branch | |
| For the sake of the sun | |
| Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
| And we' ll trace them | |
| The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
| Start the sky bending sidelong | |
| The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
| Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
| The summer is spinning out of control til we' re only ourselves | |
| Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
| I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
| The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
| Lately I don' t know what I could want from anyone | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
| There' s flashes of blueness. | |
| Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
| And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, there' s flashes of blueness. | |
| While you look at me and I don' t know what you see | |
| Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
| There could be blueness |
| zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
| Locate the spaces in every branch | |
| For the sake of the sun | |
| Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
| And we' ll trace them | |
| The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
| Start the sky bending sidelong | |
| The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
| Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
| The summer is spinning out of control til we' re only ourselves | |
| Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
| I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
| The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
| Lately I don' t know what I could want from anyone | |
| I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
| There' s flashes of blueness. | |
| Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
| And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
| Through all the rust colored reeds, there' s flashes of blueness. | |
| While you look at me and I don' t know what you see | |
| Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
| There could be blueness |