| Song | Hands in Pockets |
| Artist | Laura Gibson |
| Artist | Portland Cello Project |
| Album | Portland Cello Project |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Laura Gibson | |
| 作词 : Laura Gibson | |
| Up with the sunrise you'll be staring | |
| Out through the window of the day | |
| I'll be another waking shadow | |
| Cast on the covers of your bed | |
| Give me another waking moment | |
| Shine against the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the seasons is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| So goes another winter slowy | |
| Hands in the pockets of my coat | |
| You'll be first to spin your story | |
| I'll be the last to let you go | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| When in day light leaves you staring | |
| Out in another under tow | |
| I'll be tired conversation | |
| I'll be waiting, get home | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait I can wait I can wait |
| zuo qu : Laura Gibson | |
| zuo ci : Laura Gibson | |
| Up with the sunrise you' ll be staring | |
| Out through the window of the day | |
| I' ll be another waking shadow | |
| Cast on the covers of your bed | |
| Give me another waking moment | |
| Shine against the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the seasons is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| So goes another winter slowy | |
| Hands in the pockets of my coat | |
| You' ll be first to spin your story | |
| I' ll be the last to let you go | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| When in day light leaves you staring | |
| Out in another under tow | |
| I' ll be tired conversation | |
| I' ll be waiting, get home | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait I can wait I can wait |
| zuò qǔ : Laura Gibson | |
| zuò cí : Laura Gibson | |
| Up with the sunrise you' ll be staring | |
| Out through the window of the day | |
| I' ll be another waking shadow | |
| Cast on the covers of your bed | |
| Give me another waking moment | |
| Shine against the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the seasons is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| So goes another winter slowy | |
| Hands in the pockets of my coat | |
| You' ll be first to spin your story | |
| I' ll be the last to let you go | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait | |
| When in day light leaves you staring | |
| Out in another under tow | |
| I' ll be tired conversation | |
| I' ll be waiting, get home | |
| Tell me you always go before me | |
| Out along the solemn grate | |
| Tell me the season is almost over | |
| I can wait I can wait I can wait |