| Song | Debate Exposes Doubt |
| Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
| Album | The Photo Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Gibbard, Walla |
| [00:22.84] | The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing |
| [00:28.52] | the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking |
| [00:36.08] | pretending to read about the impossiblity of one to love |
| [00:43.02] | unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground... |
| [00:49.09] | Their repetition starts to thin their meaning. |
| [00:58.84] | |
| [01:10.58] | Then everything got frighteningly still |
| [01:12.89] | as they entered and intersected the floor |
| [01:17.33] | and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for. |
| [01:24.32] | But all of the parts are the same on every face few variables change. |
| [01:33.19] | The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share |
| [01:48.57] | Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all, |
| [01:58.82] | but every night ends the same as i'm collapsing once more by your side. |
| [02:09.63] | Finally there is clarity... this tiny life is making sense. |
| [02:19.82] | and every drop numbs the both of us, but i alone am staggering. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Gibbard, Walla |
| [00:22.84] | The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing |
| [00:28.52] | the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking |
| [00:36.08] | pretending to read about the impossiblity of one to love |
| [00:43.02] | unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground... |
| [00:49.09] | Their repetition starts to thin their meaning. |
| [00:58.84] | |
| [01:10.58] | Then everything got frighteningly still |
| [01:12.89] | as they entered and intersected the floor |
| [01:17.33] | and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for. |
| [01:24.32] | But all of the parts are the same on every face few variables change. |
| [01:33.19] | The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share |
| [01:48.57] | Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all, |
| [01:58.82] | but every night ends the same as i' m collapsing once more by your side. |
| [02:09.63] | Finally there is clarity... this tiny life is making sense. |
| [02:19.82] | and every drop numbs the both of us, but i alone am staggering. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Gibbard, Walla |
| [00:22.84] | The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing |
| [00:28.52] | the week and i was in a cornerbooth thinking |
| [00:36.08] | pretending to read about the impossiblity of one to love |
| [00:43.02] | unconditionally and the words that we drive into the ground... |
| [00:49.09] | Their repetition starts to thin their meaning. |
| [00:58.84] | |
| [01:10.58] | Then everything got frighteningly still |
| [01:12.89] | as they entered and intersected the floor |
| [01:17.33] | and i tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for. |
| [01:24.32] | But all of the parts are the same on every face few variables change. |
| [01:33.19] | The differences pale when compared to the similarity they share |
| [01:48.57] | Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all, |
| [01:58.82] | but every night ends the same as i' m collapsing once more by your side. |
| [02:09.63] | Finally there is clarity... this tiny life is making sense. |
| [02:19.82] | and every drop numbs the both of us, but i alone am staggering. |