| Song | The Shins |
| Artist | Flake Music |
| Album | When You Land Here, It's Time to Return |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flake Music | |
| Is it too near when they're nice? | |
| Is that why there's sand in your eyes? | |
| You should look up cause they're nothing at all | |
| Blow me a kiss and I'll try | |
| Wade through the mud and return wearing white | |
| Hanging like clothes on a line | |
| And I'll wait for you to spend all your time | |
| Waiting like grapes on a vine | |
| All of the goals you have yet to design | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I'm dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I'll give this a try | |
| Down's the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn't black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Is it too near when they're nice? | |
| Is that why there's sand in your eyes? | |
| Don't wait, it's hard to get around when you're old | |
| Blow me a kiss and we'll try | |
| We'll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| We'll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I'm dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I'll give this a try | |
| Down's the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn't black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I'm dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Wheels are off the track |
| zuo qu : Flake Music | |
| Is it too near when they' re nice? | |
| Is that why there' s sand in your eyes? | |
| You should look up cause they' re nothing at all | |
| Blow me a kiss and I' ll try | |
| Wade through the mud and return wearing white | |
| Hanging like clothes on a line | |
| And I' ll wait for you to spend all your time | |
| Waiting like grapes on a vine | |
| All of the goals you have yet to design | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I' ll give this a try | |
| Down' s the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn' t black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Is it too near when they' re nice? | |
| Is that why there' s sand in your eyes? | |
| Don' t wait, it' s hard to get around when you' re old | |
| Blow me a kiss and we' ll try | |
| We' ll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| We' ll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I' ll give this a try | |
| Down' s the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn' t black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Wheels are off the track |
| zuò qǔ : Flake Music | |
| Is it too near when they' re nice? | |
| Is that why there' s sand in your eyes? | |
| You should look up cause they' re nothing at all | |
| Blow me a kiss and I' ll try | |
| Wade through the mud and return wearing white | |
| Hanging like clothes on a line | |
| And I' ll wait for you to spend all your time | |
| Waiting like grapes on a vine | |
| All of the goals you have yet to design | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I' ll give this a try | |
| Down' s the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn' t black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Is it too near when they' re nice? | |
| Is that why there' s sand in your eyes? | |
| Don' t wait, it' s hard to get around when you' re old | |
| Blow me a kiss and we' ll try | |
| We' ll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| We' ll scale the walls and go five miles high | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Pull me to the track | |
| I' ll give this a try | |
| Down' s the wrong way out | |
| Fools himself to climb | |
| But then you look back and wonder why | |
| What made it so hard to decide | |
| When the difference isn' t black and white | |
| Will the settled always have to fly for a home | |
| Wheels are off the track | |
| I' m dripping everywhere | |
| Eyes are in the clouds | |
| While they pull the rug out | |
| Wheels are off the track |