| Song | Lost Verses - normal |
| Artist | Sun Kil Moon |
| Album | April |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kozelek | |
| I came out from under her warm sheets | |
| Into the brisk late October | |
| If only for one last hope | |
| I wanted my time with you to be over | |
| I'm staring up into the sky | |
| While all the rain is pouring down | |
| I'm reaching out for your help | |
| But evil beings hold me backwards | |
| All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
| And hover around my head | |
| Voices arrive and disappear | |
| I want to talk to them | |
| Darkness disintegrates, I'm rising | |
| I'm rising toward a light | |
| A light leading over hills and meadows | |
| I've risen up from the dead | |
| With the burning leaves of autumn | |
| If only for one last chance | |
| That all of whom have been defeated | |
| To put on my father's wool coat | |
| To smell my mother's fragrances and perfumes | |
| To find my young brothers and sisters | |
| To never leave or let them go | |
| Houses adorned so beautifully | |
| The Marin headlands song | |
| Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
| The lone mandolin strums | |
| On Tamalpais warm spring | |
| The many places we | |
| Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
| I see you well and clear | |
| Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
| Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
| They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
| I came up from under the ocean | |
| Evaporated sea salt water | |
| A mist above the skyline | |
| I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
| Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
| I see them through their living room windows | |
| Shaken by fear and worries | |
| I want them to know how I love them so | |
| Foghorns would sound in waking | |
| Is it my voice you hear? | |
| Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
| And you know I'm here | |
| The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
| And you are well and near | |
| To fall into the light I follow | |
| I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
| And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
| Soon finding a place | |
| In these lost verses | |
| They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
| That steal our time | |
| They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
| On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |
| zuo qu : Kozelek | |
| I came out from under her warm sheets | |
| Into the brisk late October | |
| If only for one last hope | |
| I wanted my time with you to be over | |
| I' m staring up into the sky | |
| While all the rain is pouring down | |
| I' m reaching out for your help | |
| But evil beings hold me backwards | |
| All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
| And hover around my head | |
| Voices arrive and disappear | |
| I want to talk to them | |
| Darkness disintegrates, I' m rising | |
| I' m rising toward a light | |
| A light leading over hills and meadows | |
| I' ve risen up from the dead | |
| With the burning leaves of autumn | |
| If only for one last chance | |
| That all of whom have been defeated | |
| To put on my father' s wool coat | |
| To smell my mother' s fragrances and perfumes | |
| To find my young brothers and sisters | |
| To never leave or let them go | |
| Houses adorned so beautifully | |
| The Marin headlands song | |
| Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
| The lone mandolin strums | |
| On Tamalpais warm spring | |
| The many places we | |
| Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
| I see you well and clear | |
| Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
| Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
| They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
| I came up from under the ocean | |
| Evaporated sea salt water | |
| A mist above the skyline | |
| I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
| Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
| I see them through their living room windows | |
| Shaken by fear and worries | |
| I want them to know how I love them so | |
| Foghorns would sound in waking | |
| Is it my voice you hear? | |
| Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
| And you know I' m here | |
| The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
| And you are well and near | |
| To fall into the light I follow | |
| I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
| And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
| Soon finding a place | |
| In these lost verses | |
| They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
| That steal our time | |
| They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
| On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |
| zuò qǔ : Kozelek | |
| I came out from under her warm sheets | |
| Into the brisk late October | |
| If only for one last hope | |
| I wanted my time with you to be over | |
| I' m staring up into the sky | |
| While all the rain is pouring down | |
| I' m reaching out for your help | |
| But evil beings hold me backwards | |
| All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
| And hover around my head | |
| Voices arrive and disappear | |
| I want to talk to them | |
| Darkness disintegrates, I' m rising | |
| I' m rising toward a light | |
| A light leading over hills and meadows | |
| I' ve risen up from the dead | |
| With the burning leaves of autumn | |
| If only for one last chance | |
| That all of whom have been defeated | |
| To put on my father' s wool coat | |
| To smell my mother' s fragrances and perfumes | |
| To find my young brothers and sisters | |
| To never leave or let them go | |
| Houses adorned so beautifully | |
| The Marin headlands song | |
| Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
| The lone mandolin strums | |
| On Tamalpais warm spring | |
| The many places we | |
| Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
| I see you well and clear | |
| Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
| Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
| They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
| I came up from under the ocean | |
| Evaporated sea salt water | |
| A mist above the skyline | |
| I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
| Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
| I see them through their living room windows | |
| Shaken by fear and worries | |
| I want them to know how I love them so | |
| Foghorns would sound in waking | |
| Is it my voice you hear? | |
| Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
| And you know I' m here | |
| The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
| And you are well and near | |
| To fall into the light I follow | |
| I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
| And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
| Soon finding a place | |
| In these lost verses | |
| They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
| That steal our time | |
| They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
| On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |