| Song | Basement Royalty |
| Artist | Broadway Calls |
| Album | Good Views, Bad News |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broadway Calls | |
| I'm dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer's breakdown and this winter's jump start | |
| Closing my eyes and dragging my feet | |
| I'm praying for rainstorms and earthquakes nightly | |
| What little remains, three years I have changed | |
| How boring would life be if we all stayed the same? | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Let's roll our sleeves and taunt our defeat | |
| Something to battle and sink in our teeth | |
| When victory's yours, you will feel the heat | |
| Like that last night in August when we ditched the party | |
| Water won't work on nights like this | |
| We need celebration liquids | |
| Sweat and wine and toxic fluids | |
| Water won't work on nights like this | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| I'm dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer's breakdown and this winter's jump start | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty |
| zuo qu : Broadway Calls | |
| I' m dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer' s breakdown and this winter' s jump start | |
| Closing my eyes and dragging my feet | |
| I' m praying for rainstorms and earthquakes nightly | |
| What little remains, three years I have changed | |
| How boring would life be if we all stayed the same? | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Let' s roll our sleeves and taunt our defeat | |
| Something to battle and sink in our teeth | |
| When victory' s yours, you will feel the heat | |
| Like that last night in August when we ditched the party | |
| Water won' t work on nights like this | |
| We need celebration liquids | |
| Sweat and wine and toxic fluids | |
| Water won' t work on nights like this | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| I' m dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer' s breakdown and this winter' s jump start | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty |
| zuò qǔ : Broadway Calls | |
| I' m dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer' s breakdown and this winter' s jump start | |
| Closing my eyes and dragging my feet | |
| I' m praying for rainstorms and earthquakes nightly | |
| What little remains, three years I have changed | |
| How boring would life be if we all stayed the same? | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Let' s roll our sleeves and taunt our defeat | |
| Something to battle and sink in our teeth | |
| When victory' s yours, you will feel the heat | |
| Like that last night in August when we ditched the party | |
| Water won' t work on nights like this | |
| We need celebration liquids | |
| Sweat and wine and toxic fluids | |
| Water won' t work on nights like this | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| I' m dragging my pen in a line on the page | |
| Snow covered rooftops and broken down stages | |
| Filling my head, can I please fill your heart? | |
| With last summer' s breakdown and this winter' s jump start | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty | |
| Give me a touch | |
| Give me sensation of anything | |
| Hail to the kings and the queens | |
| Of basement royalty |