| Song | Sometimes When I Stretch |
| Artist | April March |
| Album | Triggers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Burgalat | |
| Under the trees | |
| on the ground | |
| There is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and bottles or needles | |
| the moonlit drinking | |
| old and wet | |
| from picnics and eating | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| under the trees (under the trees) | |
| on the ground (on the ground) | |
| there is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| butterflies and canopies | |
| and say it's dull | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide |
| zuo qu : Blake, Burgalat | |
| Under the trees | |
| on the ground | |
| There is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and bottles or needles | |
| the moonlit drinking | |
| old and wet | |
| from picnics and eating | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| under the trees under the trees | |
| on the ground on the ground | |
| there is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| butterflies and canopies | |
| and say it' s dull | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Burgalat | |
| Under the trees | |
| on the ground | |
| There is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and bottles or needles | |
| the moonlit drinking | |
| old and wet | |
| from picnics and eating | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| under the trees under the trees | |
| on the ground on the ground | |
| there is space | |
| beneath the leaves | |
| and books in the office | |
| with photos of medals | |
| butterflies and canopies | |
| and say it' s dull | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide | |
| sometimes when i stretch | |
| i stretch hoping to divide |