| Song | I Lie In The Bed I Make |
| Artist | Brother Cane |
| Album | Wishpool |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Frederiksen, Johnson | |
| Out of the past | |
| On a moon-jet from out of bound | |
| Try to relax | |
| When my church runs me out of town | |
| Fathom a chance | |
| To behold what you never knew | |
| I'm coming around | |
| And I won't be leaving | |
| Say you can, say you will | |
| Turn a four-letter self regret | |
| Hold the hand that holds your fate | |
| But don't let it lead you on | |
| Right or wrong, I lie in the bed I make | |
| On and on, I lie in the bed I make | |
| Needed a shove | |
| To believe in a jagged edge | |
| The sentiment of | |
| A self centered wonder man | |
| I'm coming unglued | |
| Oh I couldn't be more obvious | |
| Say you can, say you knew | |
| Your sincerity bathed in doubt | |
| All you loved and all you knew | |
| Time let it lead you on | |
| Here in the rough | |
| Where a crowd still attracts a crowd | |
| Try to relax... | |
| Oh I couldn't be so obvious |
| zuo qu : Frederiksen, Johnson | |
| Out of the past | |
| On a moonjet from out of bound | |
| Try to relax | |
| When my church runs me out of town | |
| Fathom a chance | |
| To behold what you never knew | |
| I' m coming around | |
| And I won' t be leaving | |
| Say you can, say you will | |
| Turn a fourletter self regret | |
| Hold the hand that holds your fate | |
| But don' t let it lead you on | |
| Right or wrong, I lie in the bed I make | |
| On and on, I lie in the bed I make | |
| Needed a shove | |
| To believe in a jagged edge | |
| The sentiment of | |
| A self centered wonder man | |
| I' m coming unglued | |
| Oh I couldn' t be more obvious | |
| Say you can, say you knew | |
| Your sincerity bathed in doubt | |
| All you loved and all you knew | |
| Time let it lead you on | |
| Here in the rough | |
| Where a crowd still attracts a crowd | |
| Try to relax... | |
| Oh I couldn' t be so obvious |
| zuò qǔ : Frederiksen, Johnson | |
| Out of the past | |
| On a moonjet from out of bound | |
| Try to relax | |
| When my church runs me out of town | |
| Fathom a chance | |
| To behold what you never knew | |
| I' m coming around | |
| And I won' t be leaving | |
| Say you can, say you will | |
| Turn a fourletter self regret | |
| Hold the hand that holds your fate | |
| But don' t let it lead you on | |
| Right or wrong, I lie in the bed I make | |
| On and on, I lie in the bed I make | |
| Needed a shove | |
| To believe in a jagged edge | |
| The sentiment of | |
| A self centered wonder man | |
| I' m coming unglued | |
| Oh I couldn' t be more obvious | |
| Say you can, say you knew | |
| Your sincerity bathed in doubt | |
| All you loved and all you knew | |
| Time let it lead you on | |
| Here in the rough | |
| Where a crowd still attracts a crowd | |
| Try to relax... | |
| Oh I couldn' t be so obvious |