| Song | Solemn Show World |
| Artist | Parts & Labor |
| Album | Receivers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Parts & Labor | |
| I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
| Detritus of last night's songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
| I'm never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
| This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
| Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
| A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
| Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
| Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
| The weather dropping off the walls, I'm buried like the truth | |
| Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
| Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
| The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
| Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
| Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
| A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
| And the droning of commuter cars | |
| Hollow diners empty bars | |
| A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
| Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
| Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
| I've left it now but still somehow | |
| I'm sitting there eroding stare | |
| The blanket's cold |
| zuo qu : Parts Labor | |
| I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
| Detritus of last night' s songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
| I' m never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
| This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
| Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
| A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
| Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
| Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
| The weather dropping off the walls, I' m buried like the truth | |
| Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
| Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
| The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
| Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
| Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
| A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
| And the droning of commuter cars | |
| Hollow diners empty bars | |
| A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
| Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
| Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
| I' ve left it now but still somehow | |
| I' m sitting there eroding stare | |
| The blanket' s cold |
| zuò qǔ : Parts Labor | |
| I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
| Detritus of last night' s songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
| I' m never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
| This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
| Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
| A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
| Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
| Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
| The weather dropping off the walls, I' m buried like the truth | |
| Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
| Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
| The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
| Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
| Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
| A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
| And the droning of commuter cars | |
| Hollow diners empty bars | |
| A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
| Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
| Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
| I' ve left it now but still somehow | |
| I' m sitting there eroding stare | |
| The blanket' s cold |