| Song | The Next Time Around |
| Artist | Little Joy |
| Album | Little Joy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Amarante, Moretti | |
| One too many goals | |
| That measure out your worth | |
| To seek your weight in gold | |
| Sat by the ivory sill | |
| The further out you look | |
| The further out you'll be | |
| It's not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| Though odds are set against | |
| In time, I'll belong to you | |
| It's how it's meant to be | |
| Settled on your own | |
| Sweeping dust from stones | |
| With a letter home | |
| Back where the hour's long | |
| The simplest things invite a thrill | |
| If just by noticing at will | |
| It's not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| It's how it's always been | |
| E onde a sorte há de te levar | |
| Saiba, o caminho é o fim, mais que chegar | |
| E queira o dia ser gentil | |
| à tua m?o aberta pra quem é | |
| In time, I'll belong to you | |
| That's how it's meant to be | |
| And how it's always been |
| zuo qu : Amarante, Moretti | |
| One too many goals | |
| That measure out your worth | |
| To seek your weight in gold | |
| Sat by the ivory sill | |
| The further out you look | |
| The further out you' ll be | |
| It' s not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| Though odds are set against | |
| In time, I' ll belong to you | |
| It' s how it' s meant to be | |
| Settled on your own | |
| Sweeping dust from stones | |
| With a letter home | |
| Back where the hour' s long | |
| The simplest things invite a thrill | |
| If just by noticing at will | |
| It' s not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| It' s how it' s always been | |
| E onde a sorte ha de te levar | |
| Saiba, o caminho e o fim, mais que chegar | |
| E queira o dia ser gentil | |
| a tua m? o aberta pra quem e | |
| In time, I' ll belong to you | |
| That' s how it' s meant to be | |
| And how it' s always been |
| zuò qǔ : Amarante, Moretti | |
| One too many goals | |
| That measure out your worth | |
| To seek your weight in gold | |
| Sat by the ivory sill | |
| The further out you look | |
| The further out you' ll be | |
| It' s not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| Though odds are set against | |
| In time, I' ll belong to you | |
| It' s how it' s meant to be | |
| Settled on your own | |
| Sweeping dust from stones | |
| With a letter home | |
| Back where the hour' s long | |
| The simplest things invite a thrill | |
| If just by noticing at will | |
| It' s not enough to set the terms | |
| If nothing ventured, nothing earned | |
| It' s how it' s always been | |
| E onde a sorte há de te levar | |
| Saiba, o caminho é o fim, mais que chegar | |
| E queira o dia ser gentil | |
| à tua m? o aberta pra quem é | |
| In time, I' ll belong to you | |
| That' s how it' s meant to be | |
| And how it' s always been |