| Song | Chasing Hamburg |
| Artist | Polar Bear Club |
| Album | Chasing Hamburg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Polar Bear Club | |
| When I walk, I run | |
| 'Cause I'm far behind now | |
| Been climbing long | |
| In my sleep I hear starter guns | |
| It seems less wrong | |
| To live this life | |
| Back to front | |
| No chase at all | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| And I watch the shows | |
| From behind the players | |
| A voyeur to | |
| The smiling payers | |
| I'll live this night until my end | |
| The lows are low | |
| But the heights are home | |
| And tonight the chase is on | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We're gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We're gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Mistakes that you made light of | |
| Start weighing you down | |
| When there's no more, well at least yours | |
| It's just you and the ground | |
| You think that there's no more room for love | |
| There's no more room for love, there's no more room for love | |
| There's no more room for love, there's no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go up | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We're gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We're gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| There's no more room for love | |
| There's no more room for love | |
| There's no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go |
| zuo qu : Polar Bear Club | |
| When I walk, I run | |
| ' Cause I' m far behind now | |
| Been climbing long | |
| In my sleep I hear starter guns | |
| It seems less wrong | |
| To live this life | |
| Back to front | |
| No chase at all | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| And I watch the shows | |
| From behind the players | |
| A voyeur to | |
| The smiling payers | |
| I' ll live this night until my end | |
| The lows are low | |
| But the heights are home | |
| And tonight the chase is on | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We' re gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Mistakes that you made light of | |
| Start weighing you down | |
| When there' s no more, well at least yours | |
| It' s just you and the ground | |
| You think that there' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go up | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We' re gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go |
| zuò qǔ : Polar Bear Club | |
| When I walk, I run | |
| ' Cause I' m far behind now | |
| Been climbing long | |
| In my sleep I hear starter guns | |
| It seems less wrong | |
| To live this life | |
| Back to front | |
| No chase at all | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| And I watch the shows | |
| From behind the players | |
| A voyeur to | |
| The smiling payers | |
| I' ll live this night until my end | |
| The lows are low | |
| But the heights are home | |
| And tonight the chase is on | |
| Today the mirror shows | |
| All the things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We' re gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Mistakes that you made light of | |
| Start weighing you down | |
| When there' s no more, well at least yours | |
| It' s just you and the ground | |
| You think that there' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love, there' s no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go up | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| We' re gonna waste and wither | |
| With the stories that bore our friends | |
| We' re gonna cling to bitter memories | |
| Until the spots go dim | |
| Today the mirror shows all | |
| The things that fade | |
| But there are lots like us | |
| With no grave but the stage | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| There' s no more room for love | |
| And then the lights go |