| Song | A Plain Morning |
| Artist | Dashboard Confessional |
| Album | The Swiss Army Romance |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| It is yet to be determined | |
| But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn | |
| I'm missing home and | |
| I'm glad you're not a part of this | |
| There are parts of me that will be missed | |
| And the phone is always dead to me | |
| So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like | |
| It is colder than it ought to be in | |
| MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me | |
| Till I'll be heading home into your arms again | |
| And the people here are asking after you | |
| It doesn't make it easier | |
| It doesn't make it easier to be away | |
| I'd like to hire a plane, | |
| I'd see you in the morning | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I'm comin' home again | |
| Comin' home again, comin' home again | |
| When the day is fresh | |
| I'm comin' home again | |
| It's warmer where you're waiting | |
| It feels more like | |
| JulyThere's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine | |
| As you wrote the words | |
| I love you and sprayed it with perfume | |
| It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room | |
| It is warmer where you're waiting | |
| It feels more like | |
| July, it feels more like | |
| JulyAnd it is yet to be determined | |
| But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn | |
| I'm missing home and | |
| I'm glad you're not a part of this | |
| There are parts of me that will be missed | |
| And the phone is always dead to me | |
| So I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like | |
| It is colder than it ought to be in | |
| MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me | |
| Till I'll be heading home into your arms again | |
| And the people here are asking after you | |
| It doesn't make it easier | |
| It doesn't make it easier to be away | |
| I'd like to hire a plane, | |
| I'd see you in the morning | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I'm comin' home again | |
| I'm comin' home again, | |
| I'm comin' home again | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I'm comin' home again |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| It is yet to be determined | |
| But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn | |
| I' m missing home and | |
| I' m glad you' re not a part of this | |
| There are parts of me that will be missed | |
| And the phone is always dead to me | |
| So I can' t tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like | |
| It is colder than it ought to be in | |
| MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me | |
| Till I' ll be heading home into your arms again | |
| And the people here are asking after you | |
| It doesn' t make it easier | |
| It doesn' t make it easier to be away | |
| I' d like to hire a plane, | |
| I' d see you in the morning | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I' m comin' home again | |
| Comin' home again, comin' home again | |
| When the day is fresh | |
| I' m comin' home again | |
| It' s warmer where you' re waiting | |
| It feels more like | |
| JulyThere' s pillows in their cases and one of those is mine | |
| As you wrote the words | |
| I love you and sprayed it with perfume | |
| It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room | |
| It is warmer where you' re waiting | |
| It feels more like | |
| July, it feels more like | |
| JulyAnd it is yet to be determined | |
| But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn | |
| I' m missing home and | |
| I' m glad you' re not a part of this | |
| There are parts of me that will be missed | |
| And the phone is always dead to me | |
| So I can' t tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like | |
| It is colder than it ought to be in | |
| MarchAnd I still have a day or two ahead of me | |
| Till I' ll be heading home into your arms again | |
| And the people here are asking after you | |
| It doesn' t make it easier | |
| It doesn' t make it easier to be away | |
| I' d like to hire a plane, | |
| I' d see you in the morning | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I' m comin' home again | |
| I' m comin' home again, | |
| I' m comin' home again | |
| When the day is fresh, | |
| I' m comin' home again |