| Song | Myopic Books |
| Artist | American Music Club |
| Album | Love Songs for Patriots |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eitzel | |
| one day i left my room | |
| in the evening | |
| it was freezing | |
| the sidewalk shining | |
| but it was ok | |
| i wasn't lonely | |
| i wasn't no one | |
| i was just hoping | |
| for a bookstore | |
| like the one i prayed for | |
| and the music they play there | |
| would be dinosaur jr | |
| and the people who worked there | |
| would be super skinny | |
| and super unfriendly | |
| and that would make me happy | |
| what really kills me | |
| is I'm only lonely | |
| when i talk to you | |
| yeah i should have told you | |
| i just cant handle | |
| your endless sorrow | |
| all i wanted from you | |
| was some tomorrow | |
| but its ok | |
| I'll find a bookstore | |
| and buy Saul Bellow | |
| & one about old ruins | |
| for my mother | |
| you never met her | |
| she liked manhattans | |
| they taste like mouthwash | |
| she understood how | |
| to be alone | |
| all alone | |
| all alone | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| i left my room | |
| one evening | |
| the sun had just gone down | |
| but the sky still shining | |
| and not even the stars | |
| up in heaven | |
| could throw their ashes | |
| on the blue still burning | |
| over this ugly city | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy |
| zuo ci : Eitzel | |
| one day i left my room | |
| in the evening | |
| it was freezing | |
| the sidewalk shining | |
| but it was ok | |
| i wasn' t lonely | |
| i wasn' t no one | |
| i was just hoping | |
| for a bookstore | |
| like the one i prayed for | |
| and the music they play there | |
| would be dinosaur jr | |
| and the people who worked there | |
| would be super skinny | |
| and super unfriendly | |
| and that would make me happy | |
| what really kills me | |
| is I' m only lonely | |
| when i talk to you | |
| yeah i should have told you | |
| i just cant handle | |
| your endless sorrow | |
| all i wanted from you | |
| was some tomorrow | |
| but its ok | |
| I' ll find a bookstore | |
| and buy Saul Bellow | |
| one about old ruins | |
| for my mother | |
| you never met her | |
| she liked manhattans | |
| they taste like mouthwash | |
| she understood how | |
| to be alone | |
| all alone | |
| all alone | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| i left my room | |
| one evening | |
| the sun had just gone down | |
| but the sky still shining | |
| and not even the stars | |
| up in heaven | |
| could throw their ashes | |
| on the blue still burning | |
| over this ugly city | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy |
| zuò cí : Eitzel | |
| one day i left my room | |
| in the evening | |
| it was freezing | |
| the sidewalk shining | |
| but it was ok | |
| i wasn' t lonely | |
| i wasn' t no one | |
| i was just hoping | |
| for a bookstore | |
| like the one i prayed for | |
| and the music they play there | |
| would be dinosaur jr | |
| and the people who worked there | |
| would be super skinny | |
| and super unfriendly | |
| and that would make me happy | |
| what really kills me | |
| is I' m only lonely | |
| when i talk to you | |
| yeah i should have told you | |
| i just cant handle | |
| your endless sorrow | |
| all i wanted from you | |
| was some tomorrow | |
| but its ok | |
| I' ll find a bookstore | |
| and buy Saul Bellow | |
| one about old ruins | |
| for my mother | |
| you never met her | |
| she liked manhattans | |
| they taste like mouthwash | |
| she understood how | |
| to be alone | |
| all alone | |
| all alone | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| maybe the worst is over | |
| i left my room | |
| one evening | |
| the sun had just gone down | |
| but the sky still shining | |
| and not even the stars | |
| up in heaven | |
| could throw their ashes | |
| on the blue still burning | |
| over this ugly city | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy | |
| and that makes me happy |