| Song | Until the Time It's Over |
| Artist | A Whisper in the Noise |
| Album | As the Bluebird Sings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Thordson | |
| everybody's happy | |
| once in a while this seems for real | |
| until the time it's over | |
| forget, taking those pills | |
| they won't change, | |
| the nature of our nature | |
| life's a bitch | |
| and he won't have you telling her | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw* to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
| that eat the wide eye lenses | |
| beauty, it needs to be ill | |
| in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
| life's a bitch | |
| and she won't have you telling him | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw* to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| *it says "that's drawn" in the print but "they draw" in the song I believe |
| zuo qu : Thordson | |
| everybody' s happy | |
| once in a while this seems for real | |
| until the time it' s over | |
| forget, taking those pills | |
| they won' t change, | |
| the nature of our nature | |
| life' s a bitch | |
| and he won' t have you telling her | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
| that eat the wide eye lenses | |
| beauty, it needs to be ill | |
| in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
| life' s a bitch | |
| and she won' t have you telling him | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| it says " that' s drawn" in the print but " they draw" in the song I believe |
| zuò qǔ : Thordson | |
| everybody' s happy | |
| once in a while this seems for real | |
| until the time it' s over | |
| forget, taking those pills | |
| they won' t change, | |
| the nature of our nature | |
| life' s a bitch | |
| and he won' t have you telling her | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms, | |
| that eat the wide eye lenses | |
| beauty, it needs to be ill | |
| in order to feel the pain that rests beside it | |
| life' s a bitch | |
| and she won' t have you telling him | |
| where she will take you | |
| times a line they draw to hold us | |
| to the thought the grave will hold us | |
| it says " that' s drawn" in the print but " they draw" in the song I believe |