| Song | I Must Belong Somewhere |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Cassadaga |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
| Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall | |
| Leave the death ledger under city hall | |
| Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today | |
| Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet | |
| Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet | |
| Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain | |
| Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel | |
| Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal | |
| Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today | |
| Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case | |
| Leave the worried look on your lover's face | |
| Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Oh a train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that's why I'm staying here | |
| Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell | |
| Leave the widower in his private hell | |
| Leave the liberty in that broken bell today | |
| Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page | |
| Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage | |
| Let the traveling band on the interstate remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square, yeah | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that's why I'm staying here | |
| Well I know that now that's why I'm staying here | |
| Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed | |
| Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed | |
| Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today | |
| Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel | |
| Leave the homeless man out in that cardboard cell | |
| Let the painted horse on the carousel remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair | |
| Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that's why I'm staying here | |
| Oh, I know that now, that's why I'm staying here | |
| In truth, the forest hears each sound | |
| Each blade of grass as it lies down | |
| The world requires no audience | |
| no witnesses, no witnesses | |
| Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool | |
| Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool | |
| Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today | |
| Leave the novelist in his daydream tomb | |
| Leave the scientist in her rubic's cube | |
| Let the true genius in the padded room remain | |
| Leave the horse's hair on the slanted bow | |
| Leave the slot machines on the riverboat | |
| Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today | |
| Just leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls | |
| Leave the hawks of war in their capitals | |
| Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air. | |
| Yeah, everything must belong somewhere | |
| You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here | |
| You know it's true, why don't you leave me here? |
| zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
| Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall | |
| Leave the death ledger under city hall | |
| Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today | |
| Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet | |
| Leave the birds you killed at your father' s feet | |
| Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain | |
| Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel | |
| Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal | |
| Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today | |
| Leave the sad guitar in its hardshell case | |
| Leave the worried look on your lover' s face | |
| Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Oh a train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Leave the ocean' s roar in the turquoise shell | |
| Leave the widower in his private hell | |
| Leave the liberty in that broken bell today | |
| Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page | |
| Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage | |
| Let the traveling band on the interstate remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Soundstage in California, televisions in Times Square, yeah | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Well I know that now that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed | |
| Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed | |
| Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today | |
| Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel | |
| Leave the homeless man out in that cardboard cell | |
| Let the painted horse on the carousel remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair | |
| Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Oh, I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| In truth, the forest hears each sound | |
| Each blade of grass as it lies down | |
| The world requires no audience | |
| no witnesses, no witnesses | |
| Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool | |
| Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool | |
| Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today | |
| Leave the novelist in his daydream tomb | |
| Leave the scientist in her rubic' s cube | |
| Let the true genius in the padded room remain | |
| Leave the horse' s hair on the slanted bow | |
| Leave the slot machines on the riverboat | |
| Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today | |
| Just leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls | |
| Leave the hawks of war in their capitals | |
| Let the organ' s moan in the cathedral remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air. | |
| Yeah, everything must belong somewhere | |
| You know it' s true, I wish you' d leave me here | |
| You know it' s true, why don' t you leave me here? |
| zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
| Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall | |
| Leave the death ledger under city hall | |
| Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today | |
| Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet | |
| Leave the birds you killed at your father' s feet | |
| Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain | |
| Leave the whimpering dog in his cold kennel | |
| Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal | |
| Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today | |
| Leave the sad guitar in its hardshell case | |
| Leave the worried look on your lover' s face | |
| Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Oh a train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Leave the ocean' s roar in the turquoise shell | |
| Leave the widower in his private hell | |
| Leave the liberty in that broken bell today | |
| Just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page | |
| Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage | |
| Let the traveling band on the interstate remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Soundstage in California, televisions in Times Square, yeah | |
| Everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Well I know that now that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed | |
| Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed | |
| Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today | |
| Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel | |
| Leave the homeless man out in that cardboard cell | |
| Let the painted horse on the carousel remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair | |
| Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere | |
| I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| Oh, I know that now, that' s why I' m staying here | |
| In truth, the forest hears each sound | |
| Each blade of grass as it lies down | |
| The world requires no audience | |
| no witnesses, no witnesses | |
| Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool | |
| Leave the autumn leaves in their swimming pool | |
| Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today | |
| Leave the novelist in his daydream tomb | |
| Leave the scientist in her rubic' s cube | |
| Let the true genius in the padded room remain | |
| Leave the horse' s hair on the slanted bow | |
| Leave the slot machines on the riverboat | |
| Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today | |
| Just leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls | |
| Leave the hawks of war in their capitals | |
| Let the organ' s moan in the cathedral remain | |
| Cause everything it must belong somewhere | |
| They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air. | |
| Yeah, everything must belong somewhere | |
| You know it' s true, I wish you' d leave me here | |
| You know it' s true, why don' t you leave me here? |