| Song | Maybe Sprout Wings |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Get Lonely |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
| And I woke up sweating | |
| Ran through the dark to the shower | |
| Already forgetting | |
| Try to think good thoughts | |
| Trying to find my way clear | |
| Let the room fill with steam | |
| Trace pictures on the mirror | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings | |
| I clawed my way to the living room window | |
| Stood there in the cold | |
| The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
| Hard to hold | |
| I thought of old friends, the one's who'd gone missing | |
| Said all their names three times | |
| Phantoms in the early dark | |
| Canaries in the mines | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
| And I woke up sweating | |
| Ran through the dark to the shower | |
| Already forgetting | |
| Try to think good thoughts | |
| Trying to find my way clear | |
| Let the room fill with steam | |
| Trace pictures on the mirror | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings | |
| I clawed my way to the living room window | |
| Stood there in the cold | |
| The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
| Hard to hold | |
| I thought of old friends, the one' s who' d gone missing | |
| Said all their names three times | |
| Phantoms in the early dark | |
| Canaries in the mines | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
| And I woke up sweating | |
| Ran through the dark to the shower | |
| Already forgetting | |
| Try to think good thoughts | |
| Trying to find my way clear | |
| Let the room fill with steam | |
| Trace pictures on the mirror | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings | |
| I clawed my way to the living room window | |
| Stood there in the cold | |
| The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
| Hard to hold | |
| I thought of old friends, the one' s who' d gone missing | |
| Said all their names three times | |
| Phantoms in the early dark | |
| Canaries in the mines | |
| Ghosts and clouds | |
| And nameless things | |
| Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
| Maybe sprout wings |