| Song | Missing Frames (Changeover) |
| Artist | On the Last Day |
| Album | Meaning In The Static |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : TREHAN, GAURAV/SINGH, HONEY | |
| Ignite these flakes with flecks of blue and red. | |
| Through the window of my ambulance. | |
| Run through the events in shattered sequence. | |
| This shallow grave could mark the end. | |
| Quicken the pace of five heartbeats. | |
| Eyes on me. (There are things you shouldn't see So keep your eyes on me) | |
| Now it's white on white, | |
| I'm helpless on my side. | |
| On my side, my side. | |
| Don't take this from me. | |
| It's everything | |
| I need. So keep your eyes on me. | |
| There are things you shouldn't see, like this absent memory | |
| Wade through the knee-deep snowdrifts in my head so | |
| I can see before the world spun left. | |
| Regret is all that | |
| I can grasp unlike the steering wheel that's in my hands. | |
| Freeze. It's only 21 degrees. (There's no traction; No traction) | |
| The traction is gone. | |
| Hands slip, no grip, never forget. | |
| Wake up, wake up, wake up. | |
| It's my fault. | |
| Sometimes there's something so wrong. | |
| Don't stop, don't take this away. | |
| Give back my gravity. | |
| I said it's my fault. | |
| Sideways against the grain. | |
| Don't flip, don't flip, don't flip, don't flip: | |
| We're over. |
| zuo ci : TREHAN, GAURAV SINGH, HONEY | |
| Ignite these flakes with flecks of blue and red. | |
| Through the window of my ambulance. | |
| Run through the events in shattered sequence. | |
| This shallow grave could mark the end. | |
| Quicken the pace of five heartbeats. | |
| Eyes on me. There are things you shouldn' t see So keep your eyes on me | |
| Now it' s white on white, | |
| I' m helpless on my side. | |
| On my side, my side. | |
| Don' t take this from me. | |
| It' s everything | |
| I need. So keep your eyes on me. | |
| There are things you shouldn' t see, like this absent memory | |
| Wade through the kneedeep snowdrifts in my head so | |
| I can see before the world spun left. | |
| Regret is all that | |
| I can grasp unlike the steering wheel that' s in my hands. | |
| Freeze. It' s only 21 degrees. There' s no traction No traction | |
| The traction is gone. | |
| Hands slip, no grip, never forget. | |
| Wake up, wake up, wake up. | |
| It' s my fault. | |
| Sometimes there' s something so wrong. | |
| Don' t stop, don' t take this away. | |
| Give back my gravity. | |
| I said it' s my fault. | |
| Sideways against the grain. | |
| Don' t flip, don' t flip, don' t flip, don' t flip: | |
| We' re over. |
| zuò cí : TREHAN, GAURAV SINGH, HONEY | |
| Ignite these flakes with flecks of blue and red. | |
| Through the window of my ambulance. | |
| Run through the events in shattered sequence. | |
| This shallow grave could mark the end. | |
| Quicken the pace of five heartbeats. | |
| Eyes on me. There are things you shouldn' t see So keep your eyes on me | |
| Now it' s white on white, | |
| I' m helpless on my side. | |
| On my side, my side. | |
| Don' t take this from me. | |
| It' s everything | |
| I need. So keep your eyes on me. | |
| There are things you shouldn' t see, like this absent memory | |
| Wade through the kneedeep snowdrifts in my head so | |
| I can see before the world spun left. | |
| Regret is all that | |
| I can grasp unlike the steering wheel that' s in my hands. | |
| Freeze. It' s only 21 degrees. There' s no traction No traction | |
| The traction is gone. | |
| Hands slip, no grip, never forget. | |
| Wake up, wake up, wake up. | |
| It' s my fault. | |
| Sometimes there' s something so wrong. | |
| Don' t stop, don' t take this away. | |
| Give back my gravity. | |
| I said it' s my fault. | |
| Sideways against the grain. | |
| Don' t flip, don' t flip, don' t flip, don' t flip: | |
| We' re over. |