| Song | Hands in the Snow |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Fill Up the Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| By the time you read these words I will be gone | |
| And I don't know if I'll be back | |
| So before you ask | |
| Just remember | |
| That we've been here before | |
| I see through windows in the rain | |
| Through all the language left behind | |
| And I watch you drink | |
| Invisible ink | |
| So I won't know | |
| When you swallow your words | |
| I won't be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| The end could come at any time | |
| With harvest hands and tv eyes | |
| And the scientists | |
| Know the way it is | |
| And we all know | |
| And we follow them down | |
| I hear you talking like a train | |
| On concepts you can't quite explain | |
| Like a dictaphone | |
| Set especially slow | |
| And I don't have the heart | |
| To tell you what a fool you are | |
| I won't be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| By the time you hear this tape I will be gone | |
| And I won't be back | |
| So don't even ask | |
| Cause we all know | |
| And we follow | |
| With our eyes on the sky | |
| And our hands in the snow |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| By the time you read these words I will be gone | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll be back | |
| So before you ask | |
| Just remember | |
| That we' ve been here before | |
| I see through windows in the rain | |
| Through all the language left behind | |
| And I watch you drink | |
| Invisible ink | |
| So I won' t know | |
| When you swallow your words | |
| I won' t be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| The end could come at any time | |
| With harvest hands and tv eyes | |
| And the scientists | |
| Know the way it is | |
| And we all know | |
| And we follow them down | |
| I hear you talking like a train | |
| On concepts you can' t quite explain | |
| Like a dictaphone | |
| Set especially slow | |
| And I don' t have the heart | |
| To tell you what a fool you are | |
| I won' t be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| By the time you hear this tape I will be gone | |
| And I won' t be back | |
| So don' t even ask | |
| Cause we all know | |
| And we follow | |
| With our eyes on the sky | |
| And our hands in the snow |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| By the time you read these words I will be gone | |
| And I don' t know if I' ll be back | |
| So before you ask | |
| Just remember | |
| That we' ve been here before | |
| I see through windows in the rain | |
| Through all the language left behind | |
| And I watch you drink | |
| Invisible ink | |
| So I won' t know | |
| When you swallow your words | |
| I won' t be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| The end could come at any time | |
| With harvest hands and tv eyes | |
| And the scientists | |
| Know the way it is | |
| And we all know | |
| And we follow them down | |
| I hear you talking like a train | |
| On concepts you can' t quite explain | |
| Like a dictaphone | |
| Set especially slow | |
| And I don' t have the heart | |
| To tell you what a fool you are | |
| I won' t be there | |
| To watch it all unravel | |
| To watch the union come undone | |
| By the time you hear this tape I will be gone | |
| And I won' t be back | |
| So don' t even ask | |
| Cause we all know | |
| And we follow | |
| With our eyes on the sky | |
| And our hands in the snow |