| Song | Elephant Clouds |
| Artist | The Cave Singers |
| Album | Invitation Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fudesco, Lund, Quirk | |
| Oh come down from the watertower remembering why | |
| A highway town in the sea of attrition, owning my eye | |
| A sea I see at the end of the road, in the wilder tides | |
| Lay me down in the echoes of seasons, with your hands over my eyes. | |
| Dawn is brave to allow all the sparrows a place for the night. | |
| In the dawn of the day, when the birds want to follow the yellowing sky. | |
| Lay me down in the echoing seasons, with your hands over my eyes | |
| No you landed on my tongue. | |
| Cause around here folks do what they want | |
| And where is the life you placed down on my heart? | |
| Days go by, crosses all I’ve lost | |
| And where is the bridge that crosses all my haunts? | |
| Cause round here folks do what they want. |
| zuo qu : Fudesco, Lund, Quirk | |
| Oh come down from the watertower remembering why | |
| A highway town in the sea of attrition, owning my eye | |
| A sea I see at the end of the road, in the wilder tides | |
| Lay me down in the echoes of seasons, with your hands over my eyes. | |
| Dawn is brave to allow all the sparrows a place for the night. | |
| In the dawn of the day, when the birds want to follow the yellowing sky. | |
| Lay me down in the echoing seasons, with your hands over my eyes | |
| No you landed on my tongue. | |
| Cause around here folks do what they want | |
| And where is the life you placed down on my heart? | |
| Days go by, crosses all I' ve lost | |
| And where is the bridge that crosses all my haunts? | |
| Cause round here folks do what they want. |
| zuò qǔ : Fudesco, Lund, Quirk | |
| Oh come down from the watertower remembering why | |
| A highway town in the sea of attrition, owning my eye | |
| A sea I see at the end of the road, in the wilder tides | |
| Lay me down in the echoes of seasons, with your hands over my eyes. | |
| Dawn is brave to allow all the sparrows a place for the night. | |
| In the dawn of the day, when the birds want to follow the yellowing sky. | |
| Lay me down in the echoing seasons, with your hands over my eyes | |
| No you landed on my tongue. | |
| Cause around here folks do what they want | |
| And where is the life you placed down on my heart? | |
| Days go by, crosses all I' ve lost | |
| And where is the bridge that crosses all my haunts? | |
| Cause round here folks do what they want. |