| Song | When I Lose My Eyes |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Fill Up the Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes | |
| With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows | |
| All the windows are open | |
| All of the low lights glow | |
| And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float | |
| And wash out to the street down below | |
| And when I die, then I'll sleep in the sides of clouds | |
| Over the mountains | |
| I'll hover above your house | |
| You'll hear me haunting | |
| You'll hear my cries and howls | |
| Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth | |
| It feels like the end of the world inside you | |
| When this sweetness infinitely holds us | |
| And I fall into you | |
| The hex on my heart made it harder and harder | |
| To finally find you | |
| You and your sister | |
| Alone in the upstairs room | |
| Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon | |
| Were you surprised when you started to see | |
| Right through her skin and the things she said to you? | |
| You know the whole family eventually all went blind | |
| Or their vision got blurry | |
| Simply a bad blood line | |
| I won't be angry when I lose my eyes | |
| My hands will have mapped out the world by that time | |
| And my sight, | |
| It might forget what to do when the things | |
| That I've seen and I've been | |
| When they come back for me | |
| The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers | |
| And I'll feel everything like I was listening to the rain | |
| When I lose my eyes there will be something more | |
| Something my vision was far too afraid of | |
| When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling | |
| And braying my singing was made of before | |
| When I lose my hands there will be brand new words | |
| And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you | |
| When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout | |
| Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes | |
| With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows | |
| All the windows are open | |
| All of the low lights glow | |
| And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float | |
| And wash out to the street down below | |
| And when I die, then I' ll sleep in the sides of clouds | |
| Over the mountains | |
| I' ll hover above your house | |
| You' ll hear me haunting | |
| You' ll hear my cries and howls | |
| Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth | |
| It feels like the end of the world inside you | |
| When this sweetness infinitely holds us | |
| And I fall into you | |
| The hex on my heart made it harder and harder | |
| To finally find you | |
| You and your sister | |
| Alone in the upstairs room | |
| Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon | |
| Were you surprised when you started to see | |
| Right through her skin and the things she said to you? | |
| You know the whole family eventually all went blind | |
| Or their vision got blurry | |
| Simply a bad blood line | |
| I won' t be angry when I lose my eyes | |
| My hands will have mapped out the world by that time | |
| And my sight, | |
| It might forget what to do when the things | |
| That I' ve seen and I' ve been | |
| When they come back for me | |
| The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers | |
| And I' ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain | |
| When I lose my eyes there will be something more | |
| Something my vision was far too afraid of | |
| When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling | |
| And braying my singing was made of before | |
| When I lose my hands there will be brand new words | |
| And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you | |
| When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout | |
| Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| Me and my best friend sleep without any clothes | |
| With books on the bedspread in languages no one knows | |
| All the windows are open | |
| All of the low lights glow | |
| And we flood all the rooms of our homes until we float | |
| And wash out to the street down below | |
| And when I die, then I' ll sleep in the sides of clouds | |
| Over the mountains | |
| I' ll hover above your house | |
| You' ll hear me haunting | |
| You' ll hear my cries and howls | |
| Ringing between rows of the teeth in your mouth | |
| It feels like the end of the world inside you | |
| When this sweetness infinitely holds us | |
| And I fall into you | |
| The hex on my heart made it harder and harder | |
| To finally find you | |
| You and your sister | |
| Alone in the upstairs room | |
| Speaking in whispers at three in the afternoon | |
| Were you surprised when you started to see | |
| Right through her skin and the things she said to you? | |
| You know the whole family eventually all went blind | |
| Or their vision got blurry | |
| Simply a bad blood line | |
| I won' t be angry when I lose my eyes | |
| My hands will have mapped out the world by that time | |
| And my sight, | |
| It might forget what to do when the things | |
| That I' ve seen and I' ve been | |
| When they come back for me | |
| The whole world will sing through the tips of my fingers | |
| And I' ll feel everything like I was listening to the rain | |
| When I lose my eyes there will be something more | |
| Something my vision was far too afraid of | |
| When I lose my voice there will be songs beyond the bubbling | |
| And braying my singing was made of before | |
| When I lose my hands there will be brand new words | |
| And fingertips floating on top of the ocean for you | |
| When our lungs shut down we will rejoice and shout | |
| Building butterflies out of our breathing, believing end. |