| Song | Once |
| Artist | Paper Beat Scissors |
| Album | Paper Beat Scissors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Crabtree | |
| 作曲 : Tim Crabtree | |
| The soft exhaust seeps, chill makes you creep, the tide will decide for all Steps ring sweet: concrete, feet. A purpose that follows the falls | |
| Fight that need to go by feel, the voices that count will call: | |
| “You’re back on the right side, now” | |
| You’d burn through the middle, but you stick to the sides | |
| And crawl up the right shore of the arm | |
| But drained of all experience, you’re crashing lines again | |
| Once you didn’t know | |
| When faith is lost, all sense of humour gone | |
| But the worst of it, you won’t fight it alone. | |
| As alone as you’d like | |
| When drained of all experience, you’re crashing norms again | |
| You speak so much of cowardice, stay silent just the same | |
| Once you didn’t know |
| zuo ci : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuo qu : Tim Crabtree | |
| The soft exhaust seeps, chill makes you creep, the tide will decide for all Steps ring sweet: concrete, feet. A purpose that follows the falls | |
| Fight that need to go by feel, the voices that count will call: | |
| " You' re back on the right side, now" | |
| You' d burn through the middle, but you stick to the sides | |
| And crawl up the right shore of the arm | |
| But drained of all experience, you' re crashing lines again | |
| Once you didn' t know | |
| When faith is lost, all sense of humour gone | |
| But the worst of it, you won' t fight it alone. | |
| As alone as you' d like | |
| When drained of all experience, you' re crashing norms again | |
| You speak so much of cowardice, stay silent just the same | |
| Once you didn' t know |
| zuò cí : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree | |
| The soft exhaust seeps, chill makes you creep, the tide will decide for all Steps ring sweet: concrete, feet. A purpose that follows the falls | |
| Fight that need to go by feel, the voices that count will call: | |
| " You' re back on the right side, now" | |
| You' d burn through the middle, but you stick to the sides | |
| And crawl up the right shore of the arm | |
| But drained of all experience, you' re crashing lines again | |
| Once you didn' t know | |
| When faith is lost, all sense of humour gone | |
| But the worst of it, you won' t fight it alone. | |
| As alone as you' d like | |
| When drained of all experience, you' re crashing norms again | |
| You speak so much of cowardice, stay silent just the same | |
| Once you didn' t know |