| Song | The Mountain Range In My Living Room |
| Artist | The Early November |
| Album | The Room's Too Cold |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Early November, Enders | |
| with this being said | |
| every petal's come off again | |
| and fell to the floor | |
| every word again | |
| it's not like it ever meant | |
| everything we'd hoped | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it's never been harder to fall | |
| there's nothing to grab and that's | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it'll be fine | |
| but this carpet's got hills and i | |
| can't see this helping at all | |
| throw away what you say | |
| well then watch it all wash away | |
| will it wash ashore | |
| who'd have thought it could float | |
| even grow enough to make its own | |
| way back alone | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it's never been harder to fall | |
| there's nothing to grab and that's | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it'll be fine | |
| but this carpet's got hills and i | |
| can't see this helping at all |
| zuo qu : Early November, Enders | |
| with this being said | |
| every petal' s come off again | |
| and fell to the floor | |
| every word again | |
| it' s not like it ever meant | |
| everything we' d hoped | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it' s never been harder to fall | |
| there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
| but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
| can' t see this helping at all | |
| throw away what you say | |
| well then watch it all wash away | |
| will it wash ashore | |
| who' d have thought it could float | |
| even grow enough to make its own | |
| way back alone | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it' s never been harder to fall | |
| there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
| but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
| can' t see this helping at all |
| zuò qǔ : Early November, Enders | |
| with this being said | |
| every petal' s come off again | |
| and fell to the floor | |
| every word again | |
| it' s not like it ever meant | |
| everything we' d hoped | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it' s never been harder to fall | |
| there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
| but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
| can' t see this helping at all | |
| throw away what you say | |
| well then watch it all wash away | |
| will it wash ashore | |
| who' d have thought it could float | |
| even grow enough to make its own | |
| way back alone | |
| all this said | |
| every word again | |
| it' s never been harder to fall | |
| there' s nothing to grab and that' s | |
| all i want to hold onto | |
| just another sweep and it' ll be fine | |
| but this carpet' s got hills and i | |
| can' t see this helping at all |