| Song | The Man Who Isn't There |
| Artist | Oren Lavie |
| Album | The Opposite Side of the Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lavie | |
| Look at the sky | |
| It belonged to a guy that | |
| I knowAnd | |
| I thought | |
| I forgot long ago | |
| Look at the trees | |
| Didn't stop at the top, not for him | |
| Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend you see | |
| The man who isn't there | |
| Look at the sea | |
| Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
| Used to climb up | |
| His highs, down his lows | |
| Look at the birds | |
| Used to flock as he walked | |
| Through the street | |
| Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend to see | |
| The man who isn't there |
| zuo qu : Lavie | |
| Look at the sky | |
| It belonged to a guy that | |
| I knowAnd | |
| I thought | |
| I forgot long ago | |
| Look at the trees | |
| Didn' t stop at the top, not for him | |
| Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend you see | |
| The man who isn' t there | |
| Look at the sea | |
| Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
| Used to climb up | |
| His highs, down his lows | |
| Look at the birds | |
| Used to flock as he walked | |
| Through the street | |
| Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend to see | |
| The man who isn' t there |
| zuò qǔ : Lavie | |
| Look at the sky | |
| It belonged to a guy that | |
| I knowAnd | |
| I thought | |
| I forgot long ago | |
| Look at the trees | |
| Didn' t stop at the top, not for him | |
| Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend you see | |
| The man who isn' t there | |
| Look at the sea | |
| Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
| Used to climb up | |
| His highs, down his lows | |
| Look at the birds | |
| Used to flock as he walked | |
| Through the street | |
| Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
| Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
| Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
| And pretend to see | |
| The man who isn' t there |