| Song | A Place Not So Unkind |
| Artist | Firewater |
| Album | The Golden Hour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A | |
| Things falling out of the sky | |
| A woman with stones in her eyes | |
| Here's hoping that she may find | |
| Some asylum to hole up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
| Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
| And only the lucky may find | |
| Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Yes here's hoping that they may find | |
| Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
| People dying like dogs in the street | |
| And love is a word in the sand | |
| That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
| And the ocean just don't understand | |
| So here's hoping that we may find | |
| Some asylum to hold up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Someday, somewhere down the line | |
| A place to be free in our minds | |
| A world which is not so unkind |
| zuo qu : A | |
| Things falling out of the sky | |
| A woman with stones in her eyes | |
| Here' s hoping that she may find | |
| Some asylum to hole up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
| Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
| And only the lucky may find | |
| Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Yes here' s hoping that they may find | |
| Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
| People dying like dogs in the street | |
| And love is a word in the sand | |
| That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
| And the ocean just don' t understand | |
| So here' s hoping that we may find | |
| Some asylum to hold up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Someday, somewhere down the line | |
| A place to be free in our minds | |
| A world which is not so unkind |
| zuò qǔ : A | |
| Things falling out of the sky | |
| A woman with stones in her eyes | |
| Here' s hoping that she may find | |
| Some asylum to hole up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
| Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
| And only the lucky may find | |
| Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Yes here' s hoping that they may find | |
| Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
| People dying like dogs in the street | |
| And love is a word in the sand | |
| That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
| And the ocean just don' t understand | |
| So here' s hoping that we may find | |
| Some asylum to hold up inside | |
| A place which is not so unkind | |
| Someday, somewhere down the line | |
| A place to be free in our minds | |
| A world which is not so unkind |