| Song | Lil Wallet Picture |
| Artist | Richard Buckner |
| Album | Devotion + Doubt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buckner | |
| Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
| you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
| As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
| Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we'll be on that highway. | |
| Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
| Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
| The lights on the street, when I'd walk to you @ night, were so badly lit: | |
| Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
| I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
| There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
| Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |
| zuo ci : Buckner | |
| Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
| you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
| As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
| Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we' ll be on that highway. | |
| Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
| Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
| The lights on the street, when I' d walk to you night, were so badly lit: | |
| Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
| I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
| There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
| Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |
| zuò cí : Buckner | |
| Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
| you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
| As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
| Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we' ll be on that highway. | |
| Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
| Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
| The lights on the street, when I' d walk to you night, were so badly lit: | |
| Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
| I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
| There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
| Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |