| Song | The Echo Sequence |
| Artist | Hallelujah the Hills |
| Album | Colonial Drones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Walsh | |
| casually break my fingers so I can't work the key | |
| the master painters all look ashamed | |
| they don't know the thrill of a jukebox fade | |
| church bells ringing out commercials for Jesus | |
| the future ex-girlfriends all promise to leave us | |
| I dreamt of this well | |
| bringing you back to live in burnt out motels | |
| it's my junk mail dream to turn this car around | |
| and drive back down to where my body was found | |
| they say I was focused on slowing down time | |
| hands inside the clock when I was hit from behind | |
| there's a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| then I'll know | |
| I never meant to meet you | |
| but that's what the sequence puts you through | |
| curse this mind control | |
| making me leak these ideas so very slow | |
| I'm an excerpt of an abridged serial | |
| you never had a job so menial | |
| to keep track of track of distractions that impede my path | |
| and pinpoint their origin and slice them in half | |
| but there's a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| for better or worse | |
| I never called the cab a hearse | |
| I answered questions with a pause | |
| and tried to break what you defend | |
| but ended up drifting far from shore | |
| washed up in some foreign land | |
| and tried to find a way back home | |
| but when I did you shrugged and said | |
| here's where the echo sequence ends |
| zuo qu : Walsh | |
| casually break my fingers so I can' t work the key | |
| the master painters all look ashamed | |
| they don' t know the thrill of a jukebox fade | |
| church bells ringing out commercials for Jesus | |
| the future exgirlfriends all promise to leave us | |
| I dreamt of this well | |
| bringing you back to live in burnt out motels | |
| it' s my junk mail dream to turn this car around | |
| and drive back down to where my body was found | |
| they say I was focused on slowing down time | |
| hands inside the clock when I was hit from behind | |
| there' s a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| then I' ll know | |
| I never meant to meet you | |
| but that' s what the sequence puts you through | |
| curse this mind control | |
| making me leak these ideas so very slow | |
| I' m an excerpt of an abridged serial | |
| you never had a job so menial | |
| to keep track of track of distractions that impede my path | |
| and pinpoint their origin and slice them in half | |
| but there' s a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| for better or worse | |
| I never called the cab a hearse | |
| I answered questions with a pause | |
| and tried to break what you defend | |
| but ended up drifting far from shore | |
| washed up in some foreign land | |
| and tried to find a way back home | |
| but when I did you shrugged and said | |
| here' s where the echo sequence ends |
| zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
| casually break my fingers so I can' t work the key | |
| the master painters all look ashamed | |
| they don' t know the thrill of a jukebox fade | |
| church bells ringing out commercials for Jesus | |
| the future exgirlfriends all promise to leave us | |
| I dreamt of this well | |
| bringing you back to live in burnt out motels | |
| it' s my junk mail dream to turn this car around | |
| and drive back down to where my body was found | |
| they say I was focused on slowing down time | |
| hands inside the clock when I was hit from behind | |
| there' s a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| then I' ll know | |
| I never meant to meet you | |
| but that' s what the sequence puts you through | |
| curse this mind control | |
| making me leak these ideas so very slow | |
| I' m an excerpt of an abridged serial | |
| you never had a job so menial | |
| to keep track of track of distractions that impede my path | |
| and pinpoint their origin and slice them in half | |
| but there' s a possibility | |
| this predictability | |
| will eventually grow wild and bend | |
| for better or worse | |
| I never called the cab a hearse | |
| I answered questions with a pause | |
| and tried to break what you defend | |
| but ended up drifting far from shore | |
| washed up in some foreign land | |
| and tried to find a way back home | |
| but when I did you shrugged and said | |
| here' s where the echo sequence ends |