| Song | Every Line of a Long Moment |
| Artist | Roddy Woomble |
| Album | My Secret is My Silence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Woomble | |
| Every early morning just to wake up and put coffee on the stove | |
| The morning secret code | |
| And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day | |
| I watched the sea turn from gold into | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Every winter morning between clock hands than type out your day | |
| And I become the only light that could ever reach you | |
| And every early evening walking through fields that turn from green into grey | |
| And you can only hear when I shout your name out | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Until it becomes a sea | |
| Until the north seas waves they come to cover me | |
| And I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall |
| zuo qu : Jones, Woomble | |
| Every early morning just to wake up and put coffee on the stove | |
| The morning secret code | |
| And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day | |
| I watched the sea turn from gold into | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Every winter morning between clock hands than type out your day | |
| And I become the only light that could ever reach you | |
| And every early evening walking through fields that turn from green into grey | |
| And you can only hear when I shout your name out | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Until it becomes a sea | |
| Until the north seas waves they come to cover me | |
| And I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Woomble | |
| Every early morning just to wake up and put coffee on the stove | |
| The morning secret code | |
| And every early morning when the night is always crueler than the day | |
| I watched the sea turn from gold into | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Every winter morning between clock hands than type out your day | |
| And I become the only light that could ever reach you | |
| And every early evening walking through fields that turn from green into grey | |
| And you can only hear when I shout your name out | |
| Every line of a long moment written down in my handwriting | |
| It makes me feel free to do anything | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| As I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic Ocean | |
| Until it becomes a sea | |
| Until the north seas waves they come to cover me | |
| And I look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall and into the Atlantic | |
| Look out across the wall | |
| Look out across the wall |