| Song | Silver Tiles |
| Artist | Matt & Kim |
| Album | Sidewalks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mayfield | |
| Three teeth left his silver smile | |
| Brushed clean three metal tiles | |
| And tiles like parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You'll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, it's where we've been | |
| Shoes have grown mighty old | |
| Pants faded knees with holes | |
| Stitched up now silver thread | |
| Fixed up now like | |
| I said, boy | |
| You'll be okay boy, your silver thread boy | |
| Your silver tiles, your silver bones | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| Three teeth left his sliver smile | |
| Burnt skin from miles and miles | |
| Of crossing parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You'll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| Your silver bones with silver sides | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| It's the bee | |
| I got in school |
| zuo qu : Mayfield | |
| Three teeth left his silver smile | |
| Brushed clean three metal tiles | |
| And tiles like parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You' ll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, it' s where we' ve been | |
| Shoes have grown mighty old | |
| Pants faded knees with holes | |
| Stitched up now silver thread | |
| Fixed up now like | |
| I said, boy | |
| You' ll be okay boy, your silver thread boy | |
| Your silver tiles, your silver bones | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| Three teeth left his sliver smile | |
| Burnt skin from miles and miles | |
| Of crossing parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You' ll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| Your silver bones with silver sides | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| It' s the bee | |
| I got in school |
| zuò qǔ : Mayfield | |
| Three teeth left his silver smile | |
| Brushed clean three metal tiles | |
| And tiles like parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You' ll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, it' s where we' ve been | |
| Shoes have grown mighty old | |
| Pants faded knees with holes | |
| Stitched up now silver thread | |
| Fixed up now like | |
| I said, boy | |
| You' ll be okay boy, your silver thread boy | |
| Your silver tiles, your silver bones | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| Three teeth left his sliver smile | |
| Burnt skin from miles and miles | |
| Of crossing parking lots | |
| Three miles, it never stops, boy | |
| You' ll be okay, boy, your silver tiles | |
| Your silver bones with silver sides | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| And all our hopes, and all our friends | |
| Through parking lots, | |
| I found this bee | |
| I got in school | |
| It' s the bee | |
| I got in school |