| Song | Until the World Stops Spinning |
| Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
| Album | Every Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas | |
| There are secret cities buried | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| The world keeps spinnind 'round | |
| Everyone's pretending that there's nothing left to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them | |
| The truth shows anyway | |
| But don't walk out that door | |
| You know I ned you here | |
| So I won't disappear into myself | |
| Life everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| You spent all your money | |
| You got brainwashed life before | |
| And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
| You think you're something special now | |
| But the girls know you're a joke | |
| With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
| And your little rum & Coke | |
| But don't walk out that door | |
| You know I need you here | |
| So I won't disappear into myself | |
| Like everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| There are secret cities burning | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| They rise up somehow | |
| Everybody's acting like there's nothing new to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them all | |
| The truth shows in your face. |
| zuo ci : Thomas | |
| There are secret cities buried | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| The world keeps spinnind ' round | |
| Everyone' s pretending that there' s nothing left to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them | |
| The truth shows anyway | |
| But don' t walk out that door | |
| You know I ned you here | |
| So I won' t disappear into myself | |
| Life everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| You spent all your money | |
| You got brainwashed life before | |
| And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
| You think you' re something special now | |
| But the girls know you' re a joke | |
| With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
| And your little rum Coke | |
| But don' t walk out that door | |
| You know I need you here | |
| So I won' t disappear into myself | |
| Like everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| There are secret cities burning | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| They rise up somehow | |
| Everybody' s acting like there' s nothing new to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them all | |
| The truth shows in your face. |
| zuò cí : Thomas | |
| There are secret cities buried | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| The world keeps spinnind ' round | |
| Everyone' s pretending that there' s nothing left to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them | |
| The truth shows anyway | |
| But don' t walk out that door | |
| You know I ned you here | |
| So I won' t disappear into myself | |
| Life everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| You spent all your money | |
| You got brainwashed life before | |
| And you get so tired of sleeping on the filthy kitchen floor | |
| You think you' re something special now | |
| But the girls know you' re a joke | |
| With your jacket from the thrift stor | |
| And your little rum Coke | |
| But don' t walk out that door | |
| You know I need you here | |
| So I won' t disappear into myself | |
| Like everybody else | |
| Until the world stops spinning | |
| There are secret cities burning | |
| Somewhere underground | |
| But whether or not we find them | |
| They rise up somehow | |
| Everybody' s acting like there' s nothing new to say | |
| But no matter what you tell them all | |
| The truth shows in your face. |