| Song | After You My Friend |
| Artist | Lagwagon |
| Album | Live In A Dive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cape, Lagwagon | |
| Here he is, he saves a grin | |
| He wants to be the one who doesn't have to sink a level | |
| Indiscrete, in his retreat | |
| All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride | |
| He held in her name | |
| Embrace the solitude in ordinary ****ed up state of grace | |
| Far away from the days he bared the cross she used to wear | |
| In some resolve well aware | |
| A little pitiful, a pin up boy they dress in grieving wear | |
| Well at ease in consent in the drift of undertow | |
| He won't justify the pity from them | |
| When he knows....fools in love are arrogant | |
| Their sermons cloud his breathing air | |
| He's in love with an isolation from emotions | |
| Here he is awaiting sentence | |
| A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish | |
| A subtlety that can't be learned | |
| A subtlety that can't be taught | |
| He is caught in the lure of second thoughts | |
| He might still care | |
| As he settles down well aware | |
| Bound in secrecy. | |
| His voice will only dignify their | |
| But his sorrow is signified | |
| Well aware of his pride |
| zuo ci : Cape, Lagwagon | |
| Here he is, he saves a grin | |
| He wants to be the one who doesn' t have to sink a level | |
| Indiscrete, in his retreat | |
| All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride | |
| He held in her name | |
| Embrace the solitude in ordinary ed up state of grace | |
| Far away from the days he bared the cross she used to wear | |
| In some resolve well aware | |
| A little pitiful, a pin up boy they dress in grieving wear | |
| Well at ease in consent in the drift of undertow | |
| He won' t justify the pity from them | |
| When he knows.... fools in love are arrogant | |
| Their sermons cloud his breathing air | |
| He' s in love with an isolation from emotions | |
| Here he is awaiting sentence | |
| A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish | |
| A subtlety that can' t be learned | |
| A subtlety that can' t be taught | |
| He is caught in the lure of second thoughts | |
| He might still care | |
| As he settles down well aware | |
| Bound in secrecy. | |
| His voice will only dignify their | |
| But his sorrow is signified | |
| Well aware of his pride |
| zuò cí : Cape, Lagwagon | |
| Here he is, he saves a grin | |
| He wants to be the one who doesn' t have to sink a level | |
| Indiscrete, in his retreat | |
| All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride | |
| He held in her name | |
| Embrace the solitude in ordinary ed up state of grace | |
| Far away from the days he bared the cross she used to wear | |
| In some resolve well aware | |
| A little pitiful, a pin up boy they dress in grieving wear | |
| Well at ease in consent in the drift of undertow | |
| He won' t justify the pity from them | |
| When he knows.... fools in love are arrogant | |
| Their sermons cloud his breathing air | |
| He' s in love with an isolation from emotions | |
| Here he is awaiting sentence | |
| A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish | |
| A subtlety that can' t be learned | |
| A subtlety that can' t be taught | |
| He is caught in the lure of second thoughts | |
| He might still care | |
| As he settles down well aware | |
| Bound in secrecy. | |
| His voice will only dignify their | |
| But his sorrow is signified | |
| Well aware of his pride |