| Song | The Good That Won't Come Out |
| Artist | Rilo Kiley |
| Album | The Execution Of All Things |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lewis, Sennett | |
| Let's get together and talk about the modern age. | |
| All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
| just talking shit about how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
| As we watch it melt.... | |
| It's all of the good that won't come out of us | |
| and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
| if we keep shaking them. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| I do this thing where I think I'm real sick | |
| but I won't go to the doctor to find out about it | |
| Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
| As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
| They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
| All the good that won't come out of me | |
| and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
| It's such a big mistake | |
| lying here in your warm embrace. | |
| Oh, you're almost home. | |
| I've been waiting for you to come in. | |
| Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
| I think I'll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
| the street. | |
| You say I choose sadness | |
| that it never once has chosen me. | |
| Maybe you're right... | |
| Let's talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
| And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
| It's all the good that won't come out of them | |
| and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
| It's such a big mistake | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| It's all of the good that won't come out of me | |
| And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
| If I don't tell you quick. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. |
| zuo qu : Lewis, Sennett | |
| Let' s get together and talk about the modern age. | |
| All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
| just talking shit about how we' re all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
| As we watch it melt.... | |
| It' s all of the good that won' t come out of us | |
| and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
| if we keep shaking them. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| I do this thing where I think I' m real sick | |
| but I won' t go to the doctor to find out about it | |
| Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
| As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
| They' d see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
| All the good that won' t come out of me | |
| and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
| It' s such a big mistake | |
| lying here in your warm embrace. | |
| Oh, you' re almost home. | |
| I' ve been waiting for you to come in. | |
| Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
| I think I' ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
| the street. | |
| You say I choose sadness | |
| that it never once has chosen me. | |
| Maybe you' re right... | |
| Let' s talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
| And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
| It' s all the good that won' t come out of them | |
| and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
| It' s such a big mistake | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| It' s all of the good that won' t come out of me | |
| And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
| If I don' t tell you quick. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. |
| zuò qǔ : Lewis, Sennett | |
| Let' s get together and talk about the modern age. | |
| All of our friends were gathered there with their pets | |
| just talking shit about how we' re all so upset about the disappearing ground. | |
| As we watch it melt.... | |
| It' s all of the good that won' t come out of us | |
| and how eventually our hands will just turn to dust, | |
| if we keep shaking them. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| I do this thing where I think I' m real sick | |
| but I won' t go to the doctor to find out about it | |
| Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space | |
| As they chart up your insides and put them on display. | |
| They' d see all of it, all of me, all of it. | |
| All the good that won' t come out of me | |
| and all the stupid lies I hide behind. | |
| It' s such a big mistake | |
| lying here in your warm embrace. | |
| Oh, you' re almost home. | |
| I' ve been waiting for you to come in. | |
| Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again. | |
| I think I' ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in | |
| the street. | |
| You say I choose sadness | |
| that it never once has chosen me. | |
| Maybe you' re right... | |
| Let' s talk about all of our friends who lost the war | |
| And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them. | |
| It' s all the good that won' t come out of them | |
| and all the stupid lies they hide behind. | |
| It' s such a big mistake | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. | |
| It' s all of the good that won' t come out of me | |
| And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust | |
| If I don' t tell you quick. | |
| Standing here on this frozen lake. |