| Song | Song of 27 |
| Artist | Richard Buckner |
| Album | Devotion + Doubt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buckner | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| With years that pass without a word | |
| I've never seen a moon so high | |
| Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
| So, put your little hand away | |
| I've seen such needy days before | |
| On nights like this, my hope returns | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| A locket just for good luck | |
| A pocket knife for long nights | |
| And a sleepy little dreamer | |
| With still, miles to go | |
| 27, take me home | |
| And pour that last year down my throat | |
| The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| I see her in the doorway | |
| Staring a hole through it all | |
| The first of many fits | |
| And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
| So check your lock and close your eyes | |
| When you wake up, I'll be all right | |
| Never tell them where it hurts | |
| And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
| The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
| But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
| I'm dreaming still of who you were | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her |
| zuo ci : Buckner | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| With years that pass without a word | |
| I' ve never seen a moon so high | |
| Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
| So, put your little hand away | |
| I' ve seen such needy days before | |
| On nights like this, my hope returns | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| A locket just for good luck | |
| A pocket knife for long nights | |
| And a sleepy little dreamer | |
| With still, miles to go | |
| 27, take me home | |
| And pour that last year down my throat | |
| The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| I see her in the doorway | |
| Staring a hole through it all | |
| The first of many fits | |
| And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
| So check your lock and close your eyes | |
| When you wake up, I' ll be all right | |
| Never tell them where it hurts | |
| And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
| The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
| But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
| I' m dreaming still of who you were | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her |
| zuò cí : Buckner | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| With years that pass without a word | |
| I' ve never seen a moon so high | |
| Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
| So, put your little hand away | |
| I' ve seen such needy days before | |
| On nights like this, my hope returns | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| A locket just for good luck | |
| A pocket knife for long nights | |
| And a sleepy little dreamer | |
| With still, miles to go | |
| 27, take me home | |
| And pour that last year down my throat | |
| The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her | |
| I see her in the doorway | |
| Staring a hole through it all | |
| The first of many fits | |
| And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
| So check your lock and close your eyes | |
| When you wake up, I' ll be all right | |
| Never tell them where it hurts | |
| And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
| The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
| But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
| I' m dreaming still of who you were | |
| Though, I may be miles away from her |