| Song | Bridle |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | A Healthy Distrust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Frances | |
| Maze broken | |
| She's runnin' | |
| Feet swollen | |
| He's commin' | |
| She's stolen | |
| And before he even knows it she's gone. | |
| Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
| He's dumped, and can't seem to swallow these lumps | |
| The best goes on… | |
| Same fireNew passion | |
| Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
| There's nothing like that sweet old song… | |
| Tip overRoot the trees | |
| Bend the leaves | |
| Blend in with the open wound | |
| The freeze frames keep him warm… | |
| The day's frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
| The new sign that says keep off | |
| As he speeds off into the storm… | |
| Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
| He's peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
| Pealing out on the lawn | |
| Now he's idling | |
| In his mind he's figuring out life's about the little things | |
| His time is dwindling | |
| And his labyrinth | |
| And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
| The princess is innocent | |
| She doesn't belong…(I never thought I'd miss you) | |
| They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall… | |
| She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall.(I never thought I'd miss you) | |
| He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
| He's pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war… | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm… | |
| The maze, high tower, clouds are at war… | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm… | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war…(I never thought I'd miss you) – repeat 3x |
| zuo qu : Frances | |
| Maze broken | |
| She' s runnin' | |
| Feet swollen | |
| He' s commin' | |
| She' s stolen | |
| And before he even knows it she' s gone. | |
| Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
| He' s dumped, and can' t seem to swallow these lumps | |
| The best goes on | |
| Same fireNew passion | |
| Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
| There' s nothing like that sweet old song | |
| Tip overRoot the trees | |
| Bend the leaves | |
| Blend in with the open wound | |
| The freeze frames keep him warm | |
| The day' s frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
| The new sign that says keep off | |
| As he speeds off into the storm | |
| Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
| He' s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
| Pealing out on the lawn | |
| Now he' s idling | |
| In his mind he' s figuring out life' s about the little things | |
| His time is dwindling | |
| And his labyrinth | |
| And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
| The princess is innocent | |
| She doesn' t belong I never thought I' d miss you | |
| They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall | |
| She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall. I never thought I' d miss you | |
| He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
| He' s pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
| The maze, high tower, clouds are at war | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war I never thought I' d miss you repeat 3x |
| zuò qǔ : Frances | |
| Maze broken | |
| She' s runnin' | |
| Feet swollen | |
| He' s commin' | |
| She' s stolen | |
| And before he even knows it she' s gone. | |
| Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
| He' s dumped, and can' t seem to swallow these lumps | |
| The best goes on | |
| Same fireNew passion | |
| Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
| There' s nothing like that sweet old song | |
| Tip overRoot the trees | |
| Bend the leaves | |
| Blend in with the open wound | |
| The freeze frames keep him warm | |
| The day' s frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
| The new sign that says keep off | |
| As he speeds off into the storm | |
| Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
| He' s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
| Pealing out on the lawn | |
| Now he' s idling | |
| In his mind he' s figuring out life' s about the little things | |
| His time is dwindling | |
| And his labyrinth | |
| And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
| The princess is innocent | |
| She doesn' t belong I never thought I' d miss you | |
| They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall | |
| She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall. I never thought I' d miss you | |
| He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
| He' s pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
| The maze, high tower, clouds are at war | |
| The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
| The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war I never thought I' d miss you repeat 3x |