| Song | End on End |
| Artist | Rites of Spring |
| Album | End on End |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rites of Spring | |
| I've had days of end on end | |
| Where nothing changed cause nothing began. | |
| Restless movement in an empty room, | |
| Gathering shadows of a darkened blue. | |
| And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again. | |
| Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time | |
| Following time, a pattern becomes defined. | |
| I had a feeling from end to end. | |
| Tried to catch it before it started again. | |
| Pushed it away to force a laugh, | |
| But inside I didn't have the breath. | |
| And oh-it feels so strange – when it comes again. | |
| But I've got it now, | |
| I've got the rhythm down. | |
| Cycles of end on end. | |
| But if one wave stops, another begins. | |
| End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end. |
| zuo ci : Rites of Spring | |
| I' ve had days of end on end | |
| Where nothing changed cause nothing began. | |
| Restless movement in an empty room, | |
| Gathering shadows of a darkened blue. | |
| And oh it feels so strange when it comes again. | |
| Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time | |
| Following time, a pattern becomes defined. | |
| I had a feeling from end to end. | |
| Tried to catch it before it started again. | |
| Pushed it away to force a laugh, | |
| But inside I didn' t have the breath. | |
| And ohit feels so strange when it comes again. | |
| But I' ve got it now, | |
| I' ve got the rhythm down. | |
| Cycles of end on end. | |
| But if one wave stops, another begins. | |
| End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end. |
| zuò cí : Rites of Spring | |
| I' ve had days of end on end | |
| Where nothing changed cause nothing began. | |
| Restless movement in an empty room, | |
| Gathering shadows of a darkened blue. | |
| And oh it feels so strange when it comes again. | |
| Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time | |
| Following time, a pattern becomes defined. | |
| I had a feeling from end to end. | |
| Tried to catch it before it started again. | |
| Pushed it away to force a laugh, | |
| But inside I didn' t have the breath. | |
| And ohit feels so strange when it comes again. | |
| But I' ve got it now, | |
| I' ve got the rhythm down. | |
| Cycles of end on end. | |
| But if one wave stops, another begins. | |
| End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end on end on end on end on end on end on end on | |
| end. |