| Song | Fear Of A Wide Open Life |
| Artist | Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love |
| Album | Ends Of June |
| 作曲 : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| I'm 6 years from 34 | |
| I'm 3 minutes from an ambulance | |
| I'm a bus ride from anywhere | |
| I'm 40 winks from the morning | |
| I'm a cold hand from my relief | |
| Though you're sleeping next to me again | |
| I'm a cold hand without a glove | |
| But let's wait a year for the next one | |
| I'm a gap from a train | |
| I'm a spectrum away from a colourful life | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It's too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand upon your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| We move our feet on the floor | |
| Before the dust can settle | |
| In case our steps can be traced | |
| In case of anything, whether | |
| It's something worse or better | |
| Or somehow worth the effort | |
| To go to all the bother | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It's too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand up on your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| I'm a minute from my alarm | |
| I'm a lukewarm shower from washing out | |
| And I'm a long walk to a short road | |
| A slow ride to a fast end | |
| I'm a black cloud from a sunny day | |
| And miles wide of the mark | |
| I'm an answer short of getting it | |
| A long fall for a raindrop | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It's too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand up on your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you |
| zuò qǔ : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| I' m 6 years from 34 | |
| I' m 3 minutes from an ambulance | |
| I' m a bus ride from anywhere | |
| I' m 40 winks from the morning | |
| I' m a cold hand from my relief | |
| Though you' re sleeping next to me again | |
| I' m a cold hand without a glove | |
| But let' s wait a year for the next one | |
| I' m a gap from a train | |
| I' m a spectrum away from a colourful life | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It' s too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand upon your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| We move our feet on the floor | |
| Before the dust can settle | |
| In case our steps can be traced | |
| In case of anything, whether | |
| It' s something worse or better | |
| Or somehow worth the effort | |
| To go to all the bother | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It' s too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand up on your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| I' m a minute from my alarm | |
| I' m a lukewarm shower from washing out | |
| And I' m a long walk to a short road | |
| A slow ride to a fast end | |
| I' m a black cloud from a sunny day | |
| And miles wide of the mark | |
| I' m an answer short of getting it | |
| A long fall for a raindrop | |
| Fear of a wide open life | |
| It' s too heavy to move | |
| And too fragile to drop | |
| Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! | |
| Hold on to your own hand | |
| If no one else will take it | |
| Stand up on your own feet | |
| If no ones gonna carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you, carry you | |
| Carry you, carry you |