| Song | An Inch an Hour |
| Artist | The Tragically Hip |
| Album | Day for Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tragically Hip | |
| I want a book that'll make me drunk | |
| Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks | |
| No amount of hate, no load of junk | |
| No bag of words, no costume trunk | |
| Could make me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night in this most fashionable way | |
| There's this fucking band you got to see | |
| They used to scare the living shit out of me | |
| No frothing dog, no cool insanity | |
| No rock and roll, no christianity | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night with very little else to say | |
| But I'm helpless less with the people than the space | |
| No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau | |
| No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow | |
| Tonight the winter may have missed its mark | |
| You can see your breath in springside park | |
| Coffee coloured ice and peeling birch bark | |
| The sound of rushing water in the dark | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through life with very little else to say | |
| But I'm helpless more with the people than the space | |
| I mean I'm helpless less with the people than the space | |
| You see, I don't know Neil, I don't know Neil |
| zuo ci : Tragically Hip | |
| I want a book that' ll make me drunk | |
| Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks | |
| No amount of hate, no load of junk | |
| No bag of words, no costume trunk | |
| Could make me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night in this most fashionable way | |
| There' s this fucking band you got to see | |
| They used to scare the living shit out of me | |
| No frothing dog, no cool insanity | |
| No rock and roll, no christianity | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night with very little else to say | |
| But I' m helpless less with the people than the space | |
| No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau | |
| No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow | |
| Tonight the winter may have missed its mark | |
| You can see your breath in springside park | |
| Coffee coloured ice and peeling birch bark | |
| The sound of rushing water in the dark | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through life with very little else to say | |
| But I' m helpless more with the people than the space | |
| I mean I' m helpless less with the people than the space | |
| You see, I don' t know Neil, I don' t know Neil |
| zuò cí : Tragically Hip | |
| I want a book that' ll make me drunk | |
| Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks | |
| No amount of hate, no load of junk | |
| No bag of words, no costume trunk | |
| Could make me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night in this most fashionable way | |
| There' s this fucking band you got to see | |
| They used to scare the living shit out of me | |
| No frothing dog, no cool insanity | |
| No rock and roll, no christianity | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through night with very little else to say | |
| But I' m helpless less with the people than the space | |
| No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau | |
| No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow | |
| Tonight the winter may have missed its mark | |
| You can see your breath in springside park | |
| Coffee coloured ice and peeling birch bark | |
| The sound of rushing water in the dark | |
| Makes me feel the same way | |
| An inch an hour, two feet a day | |
| To move through life with very little else to say | |
| But I' m helpless more with the people than the space | |
| I mean I' m helpless less with the people than the space | |
| You see, I don' t know Neil, I don' t know Neil |