| Song | Further North |
| Artist | Jets to Brazil |
| Album | Perfecting Loneliness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jets to Brazil | |
| The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by. | |
| Thank god for no phone call. | |
| Just snow and a fire. | |
| December endings and since you sent me things, | |
| I just feel further north. | |
| This year took ten years to tell me that | |
| I'm alone again. | |
| Everything here's about to break. | |
| I'm one inch from all that | |
| I can take, and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that | |
| I have. So tonight, let's stay inside. | |
| I'll be the husband with a book for a bride. | |
| Tonight, let's stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. | |
| I've got so many songs that you never heard, and they weren't about you. | |
| I won't change a word just because you're gone. | |
| The trees creak with arthritic arms. | |
| Brittle in their powdered bark. | |
| Blue moon light, | |
| I can't cry right, but | |
| I miss you tonight. | |
| Everything here's about to break. | |
| I'm one inch from more than | |
| I can take, and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that | |
| I have. So tonight, | |
| I'll stay inside. | |
| There are things that | |
| I'd like to try with you, but | |
| I stay inside. | |
| Tonight, I'll stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. |
| zuo ci : Jets to Brazil | |
| The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by. | |
| Thank god for no phone call. | |
| Just snow and a fire. | |
| December endings and since you sent me things, | |
| I just feel further north. | |
| This year took ten years to tell me that | |
| I' m alone again. | |
| Everything here' s about to break. | |
| I' m one inch from all that | |
| I can take, and it' s beautiful and sad, but it' s all that | |
| I have. So tonight, let' s stay inside. | |
| I' ll be the husband with a book for a bride. | |
| Tonight, let' s stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. | |
| I' ve got so many songs that you never heard, and they weren' t about you. | |
| I won' t change a word just because you' re gone. | |
| The trees creak with arthritic arms. | |
| Brittle in their powdered bark. | |
| Blue moon light, | |
| I can' t cry right, but | |
| I miss you tonight. | |
| Everything here' s about to break. | |
| I' m one inch from more than | |
| I can take, and it' s beautiful and sad, but it' s all that | |
| I have. So tonight, | |
| I' ll stay inside. | |
| There are things that | |
| I' d like to try with you, but | |
| I stay inside. | |
| Tonight, I' ll stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. |
| zuò cí : Jets to Brazil | |
| The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by. | |
| Thank god for no phone call. | |
| Just snow and a fire. | |
| December endings and since you sent me things, | |
| I just feel further north. | |
| This year took ten years to tell me that | |
| I' m alone again. | |
| Everything here' s about to break. | |
| I' m one inch from all that | |
| I can take, and it' s beautiful and sad, but it' s all that | |
| I have. So tonight, let' s stay inside. | |
| I' ll be the husband with a book for a bride. | |
| Tonight, let' s stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. | |
| I' ve got so many songs that you never heard, and they weren' t about you. | |
| I won' t change a word just because you' re gone. | |
| The trees creak with arthritic arms. | |
| Brittle in their powdered bark. | |
| Blue moon light, | |
| I can' t cry right, but | |
| I miss you tonight. | |
| Everything here' s about to break. | |
| I' m one inch from more than | |
| I can take, and it' s beautiful and sad, but it' s all that | |
| I have. So tonight, | |
| I' ll stay inside. | |
| There are things that | |
| I' d like to try with you, but | |
| I stay inside. | |
| Tonight, I' ll stay inside. | |
| I could play guitar. |