| Song | Bring On the Ending |
| Artist | matt pond PA |
| Album | Emblems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
| Half of all our lives are spent | |
| Encouraged by embarrassment | |
| We hold our heads | |
| And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
| In case nobody called | |
| We'll follow the prim ones | |
| And sit on your hands | |
| Watch your step, don't hardly move | |
| Speak in hushed tones | |
| Till they bring on the ending | |
| They bring on the ending | |
| As we file to get outside | |
| With all the same coats on | |
| Here it is, December's end | |
| And our evaluations are in | |
| The lowland's goal is less than low | |
| It's good, good | |
| Easy to have met them | |
| August light, the weightless fall | |
| The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
| The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
| We'd run, run | |
| And fall into the river | |
| We'd meet up at night | |
| Pretty late by the falls | |
| Talk too fast without regret | |
| With headlights and stars | |
| It was brighter than the daylight | |
| Bodies all backlit | |
| Unconscious though we're moving | |
| Stereo is screaming | |
| We'll settle for stares | |
| Now un-glide with our hands | |
| The basement is where we will live | |
| And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
| We want it that easy | |
| And don't get caught dancing | |
| Even if you're drinking | |
| Don't get caught dancing |
| zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
| Half of all our lives are spent | |
| Encouraged by embarrassment | |
| We hold our heads | |
| And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
| In case nobody called | |
| We' ll follow the prim ones | |
| And sit on your hands | |
| Watch your step, don' t hardly move | |
| Speak in hushed tones | |
| Till they bring on the ending | |
| They bring on the ending | |
| As we file to get outside | |
| With all the same coats on | |
| Here it is, December' s end | |
| And our evaluations are in | |
| The lowland' s goal is less than low | |
| It' s good, good | |
| Easy to have met them | |
| August light, the weightless fall | |
| The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
| The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
| We' d run, run | |
| And fall into the river | |
| We' d meet up at night | |
| Pretty late by the falls | |
| Talk too fast without regret | |
| With headlights and stars | |
| It was brighter than the daylight | |
| Bodies all backlit | |
| Unconscious though we' re moving | |
| Stereo is screaming | |
| We' ll settle for stares | |
| Now unglide with our hands | |
| The basement is where we will live | |
| And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
| We want it that easy | |
| And don' t get caught dancing | |
| Even if you' re drinking | |
| Don' t get caught dancing |
| zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
| Half of all our lives are spent | |
| Encouraged by embarrassment | |
| We hold our heads | |
| And stay asleep and cannot hear | |
| In case nobody called | |
| We' ll follow the prim ones | |
| And sit on your hands | |
| Watch your step, don' t hardly move | |
| Speak in hushed tones | |
| Till they bring on the ending | |
| They bring on the ending | |
| As we file to get outside | |
| With all the same coats on | |
| Here it is, December' s end | |
| And our evaluations are in | |
| The lowland' s goal is less than low | |
| It' s good, good | |
| Easy to have met them | |
| August light, the weightless fall | |
| The hold of trucks could carry us all | |
| The hot exhaust, the thoughtless sleep | |
| We' d run, run | |
| And fall into the river | |
| We' d meet up at night | |
| Pretty late by the falls | |
| Talk too fast without regret | |
| With headlights and stars | |
| It was brighter than the daylight | |
| Bodies all backlit | |
| Unconscious though we' re moving | |
| Stereo is screaming | |
| We' ll settle for stares | |
| Now unglide with our hands | |
| The basement is where we will live | |
| And stick to the crowds without ever speaking | |
| We want it that easy | |
| And don' t get caught dancing | |
| Even if you' re drinking | |
| Don' t get caught dancing |