| Song | The Dubious Glow of Excess |
| Artist | Good Riddance |
| Album | Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rankin | |
| Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
| Our collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
| And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
| Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
| Forsaking all other | |
| Life alone with a broken promise | |
| These thoughts wont pray away | |
| Stand still stone cold and empty | |
| Begging grace to favor this soul | |
| One more day | |
| Im struck blind | |
| With it all | |
| Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
| Its strange | |
| To hear the dead keep calling | |
| How many restless days and nights will pass | |
| As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
| Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
| Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
| All the small towns and cigarettes | |
| Ive seen much more than | |
| I wished for | |
| Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
| So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
| Collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |
| zuo qu : Rankin | |
| Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
| Our collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
| And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
| Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
| Forsaking all other | |
| Life alone with a broken promise | |
| These thoughts wont pray away | |
| Stand still stone cold and empty | |
| Begging grace to favor this soul | |
| One more day | |
| Im struck blind | |
| With it all | |
| Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
| Its strange | |
| To hear the dead keep calling | |
| How many restless days and nights will pass | |
| As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
| Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
| Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
| All the small towns and cigarettes | |
| Ive seen much more than | |
| I wished for | |
| Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
| So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
| Collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |
| zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
| Here we stand arm in arm at the corridors of time and reason with jaws set | |
| Our collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints | |
| And what if all your hopes and dreams came true tomorrow would you lie | |
| Basking in the dubious glow of excess | |
| Forsaking all other | |
| Life alone with a broken promise | |
| These thoughts wont pray away | |
| Stand still stone cold and empty | |
| Begging grace to favor this soul | |
| One more day | |
| Im struck blind | |
| With it all | |
| Ive never been the kind to say im sorry | |
| Its strange | |
| To hear the dead keep calling | |
| How many restless days and nights will pass | |
| As the salience of all your broken reveries | |
| Hammers upon your consciousness and will tomorrow bring anything save the vacant reproach of your pensive ministrations | |
| Run out the pain of indifference and avarice | |
| All the small towns and cigarettes | |
| Ive seen much more than | |
| I wished for | |
| Watched our surface calling in all his debts | |
| So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon our jaws set | |
| Collective gaze unflinching | |
| Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints |