| Song | 40 Miles From The Sun |
| Artist | Bush |
| Album | The Science of Things |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rossdale | |
| There is nowhere left to hide | |
| There is nothing to be done | |
| No people to be saved | |
| No pets we've never names | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| As darkness craves the mind | |
| We come undone without our pride | |
| No time on the earth to come | |
| All the pleasures just begun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| In our coats beneath the layers | |
| Wash my skin of all the hate | |
| We should sleep late | |
| Everything just kind of grates | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| I need to lose to make it right | |
| I'll confront the stars tonight | |
| I will babble I will bite | |
| You will never know how much you shine | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun |
| zuo ci : Rossdale | |
| There is nowhere left to hide | |
| There is nothing to be done | |
| No people to be saved | |
| No pets we' ve never names | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| As darkness craves the mind | |
| We come undone without our pride | |
| No time on the earth to come | |
| All the pleasures just begun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| In our coats beneath the layers | |
| Wash my skin of all the hate | |
| We should sleep late | |
| Everything just kind of grates | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| I need to lose to make it right | |
| I' ll confront the stars tonight | |
| I will babble I will bite | |
| You will never know how much you shine | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun |
| zuò cí : Rossdale | |
| There is nowhere left to hide | |
| There is nothing to be done | |
| No people to be saved | |
| No pets we' ve never names | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| As darkness craves the mind | |
| We come undone without our pride | |
| No time on the earth to come | |
| All the pleasures just begun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| In our coats beneath the layers | |
| Wash my skin of all the hate | |
| We should sleep late | |
| Everything just kind of grates | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| I need to lose to make it right | |
| I' ll confront the stars tonight | |
| I will babble I will bite | |
| You will never know how much you shine | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun | |
| 40 miles from the sun |