| Song | sun sets at daybreak / november |
| Artist | sleepkeepers |
| Album | Hearts Get No Sleep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Talana Zaichenko | |
| 作曲 : Talana Zaichenko | |
| You said you never meant to stay | |
| And you did, by design. | |
| New beginning is just the end of decay, | |
| Ain’t you happy now? | |
| Oh how I hope you’re enjoying your lie. | |
| November, beware! | |
| November: despair | |
| And the rehearsed “I’m okay” | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November calls for heartache… | |
| For years now, I've wanted to lay down and fall asleep. | |
| That sort of slipping off, of giving up, whatever the cost, | |
| But now all I want is to keep my eyes open because... | |
| ...our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| November calls for a heartache... | |
| Ain't you happy? Do you feel complete? | |
| It's easy to feel relief | |
| When your hearts get no sleep | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November, november calls for heartache… | |
| November calls for heartbreaks... | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak... |
| zuo ci : Talana Zaichenko | |
| zuo qu : Talana Zaichenko | |
| You said you never meant to stay | |
| And you did, by design. | |
| New beginning is just the end of decay, | |
| Ain' t you happy now? | |
| Oh how I hope you' re enjoying your lie. | |
| November, beware! | |
| November: despair | |
| And the rehearsed " I' m okay" | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November calls for heartache | |
| For years now, I' ve wanted to lay down and fall asleep. | |
| That sort of slipping off, of giving up, whatever the cost, | |
| But now all I want is to keep my eyes open because... | |
| ... our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| November calls for a heartache... | |
| Ain' t you happy? Do you feel complete? | |
| It' s easy to feel relief | |
| When your hearts get no sleep | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November, november calls for heartache | |
| November calls for heartbreaks... | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak... |
| zuò cí : Talana Zaichenko | |
| zuò qǔ : Talana Zaichenko | |
| You said you never meant to stay | |
| And you did, by design. | |
| New beginning is just the end of decay, | |
| Ain' t you happy now? | |
| Oh how I hope you' re enjoying your lie. | |
| November, beware! | |
| November: despair | |
| And the rehearsed " I' m okay" | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November calls for heartache | |
| For years now, I' ve wanted to lay down and fall asleep. | |
| That sort of slipping off, of giving up, whatever the cost, | |
| But now all I want is to keep my eyes open because... | |
| ... our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| November calls for a heartache... | |
| Ain' t you happy? Do you feel complete? | |
| It' s easy to feel relief | |
| When your hearts get no sleep | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak | |
| And the hearts get no sleep. | |
| The tide sweeps us like leaves into these backstreet corners, | |
| Dancing us to shreds against the stones. | |
| November, november calls for heartache | |
| November calls for heartbreaks... | |
| Our sun sets at daybreak... |