| Song | Twin Human Highway Flares |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Full Force Galesburg |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| You turned to me and asked me if I'd always be your boy | |
| As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
| And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
| Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
| Wind in your hair, alright | |
| Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
| Your white t-shirt hugging your shoulders | |
| Beaded with sweat | |
| On the day that I become so forgetful | |
| That all of this melts away | |
| I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
| To such a worthless day | |
| As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
| We were walking with a benediction on us | |
| Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
| Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
| A mile and a half from the river | |
| We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
| Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
| All over your body | |
| When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
| We knew we'd hit the motherlode | |
| On the day that I forget you | |
| I hope my heart explodes |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| You turned to me and asked me if I' d always be your boy | |
| As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
| And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
| Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
| Wind in your hair, alright | |
| Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
| Your white tshirt hugging your shoulders | |
| Beaded with sweat | |
| On the day that I become so forgetful | |
| That all of this melts away | |
| I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
| To such a worthless day | |
| As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
| We were walking with a benediction on us | |
| Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
| Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
| A mile and a half from the river | |
| We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
| Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
| All over your body | |
| When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
| We knew we' d hit the motherlode | |
| On the day that I forget you | |
| I hope my heart explodes |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| You turned to me and asked me if I' d always be your boy | |
| As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
| And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
| Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
| Wind in your hair, alright | |
| Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
| Your white tshirt hugging your shoulders | |
| Beaded with sweat | |
| On the day that I become so forgetful | |
| That all of this melts away | |
| I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
| To such a worthless day | |
| As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
| We were walking with a benediction on us | |
| Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
| Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
| A mile and a half from the river | |
| We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
| Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
| All over your body | |
| When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
| We knew we' d hit the motherlode | |
| On the day that I forget you | |
| I hope my heart explodes |