| Song | A Golden Exit |
| Artist | The Good Life |
| Album | Novena on a Nocturn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Good Life | |
| i can see the chill in the air between us. | |
| i can feel a winter coming we're frozen in our stares. | |
| and we know there's a world outside | |
| of these insults and injuries | |
| maybe we're just too, afraid to be one. | |
| the autumn sets a golden exit the winter is waxing | |
| that cold sun will shed no more warmth into our living rooms. | |
| where we dream our dreams, where we wait for sleep. | |
| maybe we'll wake up with golden wings, | |
| and fly over a city screaming, take me take me! | |
| i woke up this morning to the silence of falling snow. | |
| these graces of beauty have left me so cold. | |
| i once had a heart, but hearts are like snowflakes | |
| and snowflakes. one warm touch and they melt away | |
| maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything. | |
| just anything to set us free. maybe we'll wake up | |
| a golden exit. must we always wait for sleep? |
| zuo qu : Good Life | |
| i can see the chill in the air between us. | |
| i can feel a winter coming we' re frozen in our stares. | |
| and we know there' s a world outside | |
| of these insults and injuries | |
| maybe we' re just too, afraid to be one. | |
| the autumn sets a golden exit the winter is waxing | |
| that cold sun will shed no more warmth into our living rooms. | |
| where we dream our dreams, where we wait for sleep. | |
| maybe we' ll wake up with golden wings, | |
| and fly over a city screaming, take me take me! | |
| i woke up this morning to the silence of falling snow. | |
| these graces of beauty have left me so cold. | |
| i once had a heart, but hearts are like snowflakes | |
| and snowflakes. one warm touch and they melt away | |
| maybe we' ll get wings. maybe anything. | |
| just anything to set us free. maybe we' ll wake up | |
| a golden exit. must we always wait for sleep? |
| zuò qǔ : Good Life | |
| i can see the chill in the air between us. | |
| i can feel a winter coming we' re frozen in our stares. | |
| and we know there' s a world outside | |
| of these insults and injuries | |
| maybe we' re just too, afraid to be one. | |
| the autumn sets a golden exit the winter is waxing | |
| that cold sun will shed no more warmth into our living rooms. | |
| where we dream our dreams, where we wait for sleep. | |
| maybe we' ll wake up with golden wings, | |
| and fly over a city screaming, take me take me! | |
| i woke up this morning to the silence of falling snow. | |
| these graces of beauty have left me so cold. | |
| i once had a heart, but hearts are like snowflakes | |
| and snowflakes. one warm touch and they melt away | |
| maybe we' ll get wings. maybe anything. | |
| just anything to set us free. maybe we' ll wake up | |
| a golden exit. must we always wait for sleep? |