| Song | Black Black Window |
| Artist | Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love |
| Album | Ends Of June |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| Black, black, window | |
| Oh were you leaning | |
| For this way | |
| Into the evening | |
| There's at least one | |
| Open eye in | |
| Every head here | |
| And still nothing to see | |
| I mean | |
| (i might just get off here) | |
| Run through these doors | |
| In houses that move round us again | |
| We're out of place here and hardly lived in | |
| Next time you call around | |
| Try not to knock too loud | |
| Just come right in | |
| Love | |
| If there's nothing to see | |
| Then there's nothing wrong | |
| It's not where you belong | |
| It's how you deceive | |
| Yourself to think this way | |
| Pretend it's a holiday | |
| It's over someday | |
| With my mouth on her shoulder | |
| And my teeth in my lip | |
| I want more than it | |
| Fortune puts my way |
| zuo qu : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| Black, black, window | |
| Oh were you leaning | |
| For this way | |
| Into the evening | |
| There' s at least one | |
| Open eye in | |
| Every head here | |
| And still nothing to see | |
| I mean | |
| i might just get off here | |
| Run through these doors | |
| In houses that move round us again | |
| We' re out of place here and hardly lived in | |
| Next time you call around | |
| Try not to knock too loud | |
| Just come right in | |
| Love | |
| If there' s nothing to see | |
| Then there' s nothing wrong | |
| It' s not where you belong | |
| It' s how you deceive | |
| Yourself to think this way | |
| Pretend it' s a holiday | |
| It' s over someday | |
| With my mouth on her shoulder | |
| And my teeth in my lip | |
| I want more than it | |
| Fortune puts my way |
| zuò qǔ : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| Black, black, window | |
| Oh were you leaning | |
| For this way | |
| Into the evening | |
| There' s at least one | |
| Open eye in | |
| Every head here | |
| And still nothing to see | |
| I mean | |
| i might just get off here | |
| Run through these doors | |
| In houses that move round us again | |
| We' re out of place here and hardly lived in | |
| Next time you call around | |
| Try not to knock too loud | |
| Just come right in | |
| Love | |
| If there' s nothing to see | |
| Then there' s nothing wrong | |
| It' s not where you belong | |
| It' s how you deceive | |
| Yourself to think this way | |
| Pretend it' s a holiday | |
| It' s over someday | |
| With my mouth on her shoulder | |
| And my teeth in my lip | |
| I want more than it | |
| Fortune puts my way |