| Song | To Call My Own |
| Artist | Golden Smog |
| Album | Weird Tales |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Murphy | |
| Verse one: | |
| [a]blowing through my [b]losing streak | |
| [e]bought the farm on a [a]dead-end street | |
| [a]nothing ever [b]grows under your [e]sun | |
| [a]filling voids with [b]emptiness | |
| [e]driving past your [a]old address | |
| [a]loneliness: [b]two has turned to [e]one | |
| Chorus i: | |
| [f#m] they welcome you with [b]broken arms | |
| [e]tell you they don't [a]mean no harm | |
| [a] do they mean [b]anything at [e]all? | |
| Verse two: | |
| Feeling crowded by my company | |
| You can't hate but parts of me | |
| I know there's a new myth on your floor | |
| Staying up in 409 | |
| The days are yours, the nights are mine | |
| Burned out everything except your door | |
| Chorus ii: | |
| It's like breaking out of broken homes | |
| They tell you they don't eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own | |
| To call my own | |
| Repeat intro | |
| Verse three: | |
| There's a gold mine in the local scene | |
| Get nine lives, need thirteen | |
| Paid the price, landed on all fours | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| You used to mean the world to me | |
| Scared to death of what that means | |
| So it don't mean nothing at all | |
| I welcomed you with broken arms | |
| You know i don't mean no harm | |
| Do i mean anything at all? | |
| Repeat intro [x2] | |
| Chorus iv: | |
| They all come from broken homes | |
| Tell you they don't eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own |
| zuo ci : Murphy | |
| Verse one: | |
| a blowing through my b losing streak | |
| e bought the farm on a a deadend street | |
| a nothing ever b grows under your e sun | |
| a filling voids with b emptiness | |
| e driving past your a old address | |
| a loneliness: b two has turned to e one | |
| Chorus i: | |
| f m they welcome you with b broken arms | |
| e tell you they don' t a mean no harm | |
| a do they mean b anything at e all? | |
| Verse two: | |
| Feeling crowded by my company | |
| You can' t hate but parts of me | |
| I know there' s a new myth on your floor | |
| Staying up in 409 | |
| The days are yours, the nights are mine | |
| Burned out everything except your door | |
| Chorus ii: | |
| It' s like breaking out of broken homes | |
| They tell you they don' t eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own | |
| To call my own | |
| Repeat intro | |
| Verse three: | |
| There' s a gold mine in the local scene | |
| Get nine lives, need thirteen | |
| Paid the price, landed on all fours | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| You used to mean the world to me | |
| Scared to death of what that means | |
| So it don' t mean nothing at all | |
| I welcomed you with broken arms | |
| You know i don' t mean no harm | |
| Do i mean anything at all? | |
| Repeat intro x2 | |
| Chorus iv: | |
| They all come from broken homes | |
| Tell you they don' t eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own |
| zuò cí : Murphy | |
| Verse one: | |
| a blowing through my b losing streak | |
| e bought the farm on a a deadend street | |
| a nothing ever b grows under your e sun | |
| a filling voids with b emptiness | |
| e driving past your a old address | |
| a loneliness: b two has turned to e one | |
| Chorus i: | |
| f m they welcome you with b broken arms | |
| e tell you they don' t a mean no harm | |
| a do they mean b anything at e all? | |
| Verse two: | |
| Feeling crowded by my company | |
| You can' t hate but parts of me | |
| I know there' s a new myth on your floor | |
| Staying up in 409 | |
| The days are yours, the nights are mine | |
| Burned out everything except your door | |
| Chorus ii: | |
| It' s like breaking out of broken homes | |
| They tell you they don' t eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own | |
| To call my own | |
| Repeat intro | |
| Verse three: | |
| There' s a gold mine in the local scene | |
| Get nine lives, need thirteen | |
| Paid the price, landed on all fours | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| You used to mean the world to me | |
| Scared to death of what that means | |
| So it don' t mean nothing at all | |
| I welcomed you with broken arms | |
| You know i don' t mean no harm | |
| Do i mean anything at all? | |
| Repeat intro x2 | |
| Chorus iv: | |
| They all come from broken homes | |
| Tell you they don' t eat their own | |
| Searching for one thing to call my own |