| Song | It's Never Quite What It Seems |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Good Dog Bad Dog: The Home Recordings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
| And your face | |
| I do know well | |
| Every breath breathes | |
| Farewell | |
| It's so still | |
| No soul could tell | |
| But one day | |
| Like this | |
| The angels fell | |
| And it's never quite what it seems | |
| And it bleeds | |
| This setting sun | |
| And my arms ache | |
| From holding on | |
| Let it go | |
| This dying light | |
| Makes it hard to tell | |
| Wrong from right | |
| And it's never quite what it seems | |
| All the shadows of our doubts | |
| And the light that burns too bright | |
| Soon burns out | |
| And your face | |
| You do know well | |
| That the race is lost | |
| Hold still | |
| Cause the first | |
| Shall be the last | |
| Those that burn with thirst | |
| Will lift their glass | |
| And it's never quite what it seems |
| zuo ci : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
| And your face | |
| I do know well | |
| Every breath breathes | |
| Farewell | |
| It' s so still | |
| No soul could tell | |
| But one day | |
| Like this | |
| The angels fell | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems | |
| And it bleeds | |
| This setting sun | |
| And my arms ache | |
| From holding on | |
| Let it go | |
| This dying light | |
| Makes it hard to tell | |
| Wrong from right | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems | |
| All the shadows of our doubts | |
| And the light that burns too bright | |
| Soon burns out | |
| And your face | |
| You do know well | |
| That the race is lost | |
| Hold still | |
| Cause the first | |
| Shall be the last | |
| Those that burn with thirst | |
| Will lift their glass | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems |
| zuò cí : Bergquist, Detweiler | |
| And your face | |
| I do know well | |
| Every breath breathes | |
| Farewell | |
| It' s so still | |
| No soul could tell | |
| But one day | |
| Like this | |
| The angels fell | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems | |
| And it bleeds | |
| This setting sun | |
| And my arms ache | |
| From holding on | |
| Let it go | |
| This dying light | |
| Makes it hard to tell | |
| Wrong from right | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems | |
| All the shadows of our doubts | |
| And the light that burns too bright | |
| Soon burns out | |
| And your face | |
| You do know well | |
| That the race is lost | |
| Hold still | |
| Cause the first | |
| Shall be the last | |
| Those that burn with thirst | |
| Will lift their glass | |
| And it' s never quite what it seems |