| Song | If You See Light |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Get Lonely |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
| Knees drawn to my chest | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
| I'll ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter | |
| When the villagers come to my door | |
| I'll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
| And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
| And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
| Knees drawn to my chest | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
| I' ll ahahahahahahah | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter | |
| When the villagers come to my door | |
| I' ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
| And no one knows how to keep secrets ' round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
| And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
| Knees drawn to my chest | |
| When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
| I' ll ahahahahahahah | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter | |
| When the villagers come to my door | |
| I' ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
| And no one knows how to keep secrets ' round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
| And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
| Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
| Waiting all winter |