| Song | I'd Rather Be Lost |
| Artist | Hayley Sales |
| Album | Sunseed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sales | |
| Falling leaves answer the night's desire to not be alone | |
| The wind blows | |
| Takes me along to places | |
| I wish I could go | |
| Places I wish | |
| I could go | |
| Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravel-stone road | |
| I listen close | |
| Hearing a voice | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Cause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I'd rather be lost | |
| I grab a coat and open the door | |
| Leaving the fire behind | |
| I let the wind drift me along to places | |
| I hope that | |
| I findPlaces | |
| I hope that | |
| I findCause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I'd rather be lost | |
| I'd rather be lost | |
| I will gather no moss here | |
| A rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose it's roll | |
| And I'd rather be lost |
| zuo qu : Sales | |
| Falling leaves answer the night' s desire to not be alone | |
| The wind blows | |
| Takes me along to places | |
| I wish I could go | |
| Places I wish | |
| I could go | |
| Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravelstone road | |
| I listen close | |
| Hearing a voice | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Cause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost | |
| I grab a coat and open the door | |
| Leaving the fire behind | |
| I let the wind drift me along to places | |
| I hope that | |
| I findPlaces | |
| I hope that | |
| I findCause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost | |
| I' d rather be lost | |
| I will gather no moss here | |
| A rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose it' s roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost |
| zuò qǔ : Sales | |
| Falling leaves answer the night' s desire to not be alone | |
| The wind blows | |
| Takes me along to places | |
| I wish I could go | |
| Places I wish | |
| I could go | |
| Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravelstone road | |
| I listen close | |
| Hearing a voice | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Telling me that | |
| I should go | |
| Cause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost | |
| I grab a coat and open the door | |
| Leaving the fire behind | |
| I let the wind drift me along to places | |
| I hope that | |
| I findPlaces | |
| I hope that | |
| I findCause a rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose its roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost | |
| I' d rather be lost | |
| I will gather no moss here | |
| A rolling stone | |
| That does not roam | |
| Will start to loose it' s roll | |
| And I' d rather be lost |