| Song | It Could Ruin Your Day |
| Artist | Chokebore |
| Album | A Taste For Bitters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chokebore | |
| This room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies | |
| And when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently. | |
| There's too much dust in the air, this little room is killing me. | |
| But I'm not feeling any less alone. | |
| I'm not feeling any less alone. | |
| She spoke through the holes in her hands, foreign words that frightened me | |
| And my scars make you clean, you're duller than I'll ever be. | |
| I spoke through the holes in my hands but you won't even look at me, | |
| But I'm not feeling any less alone. |
| zuo ci : Chokebore | |
| This room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies | |
| And when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently. | |
| There' s too much dust in the air, this little room is killing me. | |
| But I' m not feeling any less alone. | |
| I' m not feeling any less alone. | |
| She spoke through the holes in her hands, foreign words that frightened me | |
| And my scars make you clean, you' re duller than I' ll ever be. | |
| I spoke through the holes in my hands but you won' t even look at me, | |
| But I' m not feeling any less alone. |
| zuò cí : Chokebore | |
| This room is full of blank stares, eels on the balconies | |
| And when they scream like hawks, man I listen patiently. | |
| There' s too much dust in the air, this little room is killing me. | |
| But I' m not feeling any less alone. | |
| I' m not feeling any less alone. | |
| She spoke through the holes in her hands, foreign words that frightened me | |
| And my scars make you clean, you' re duller than I' ll ever be. | |
| I spoke through the holes in my hands but you won' t even look at me, | |
| But I' m not feeling any less alone. |