If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now Lyrics
| Song | If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | Warmer Corners |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lucksmiths | |
| Towards the limit of maps | |
| The roads surrender to empty spaces | |
| The roofline seems to collapse into the evening | |
| I was asleep on the passenger’s side | |
| White as a ghost against a floodlit billboard | |
| Day casts different light upon those promises | |
| But you know it’s true | |
| If you lived here, you’d be home now | |
| And yet don’t forget | |
| If you lived here, you’d be home now | |
| Even the stereo sounds tired | |
| Here where the power poles look more like robot skeletons | |
| Slack-wired against the evening | |
| Let’s just drive until we’ve found somewhere | |
| There are more headstones in the cemetery | |
| Than houses in the town | |
| And never leave | |
| ’Cause you know it’s true | |
| If you lived here, you’d be home now | |
| And yet don’t forget | |
| If you lived here, you’d be home now | |
| Tonight the cul-de-sacs are quiet | |
| The driveways don’t lead anywhere | |
| There’s no-one else awake | |
| We could trust our deepest secrets | |
| To the artificial lake | |
| We’re in no hurry anyway | |
| We both could use the break |
| zuo ci : Lucksmiths | |
| Towards the limit of maps | |
| The roads surrender to empty spaces | |
| The roofline seems to collapse into the evening | |
| I was asleep on the passenger' s side | |
| White as a ghost against a floodlit billboard | |
| Day casts different light upon those promises | |
| But you know it' s true | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| And yet don' t forget | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| Even the stereo sounds tired | |
| Here where the power poles look more like robot skeletons | |
| Slackwired against the evening | |
| Let' s just drive until we' ve found somewhere | |
| There are more headstones in the cemetery | |
| Than houses in the town | |
| And never leave | |
| ' Cause you know it' s true | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| And yet don' t forget | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| Tonight the culdesacs are quiet | |
| The driveways don' t lead anywhere | |
| There' s noone else awake | |
| We could trust our deepest secrets | |
| To the artificial lake | |
| We' re in no hurry anyway | |
| We both could use the break |
| zuò cí : Lucksmiths | |
| Towards the limit of maps | |
| The roads surrender to empty spaces | |
| The roofline seems to collapse into the evening | |
| I was asleep on the passenger' s side | |
| White as a ghost against a floodlit billboard | |
| Day casts different light upon those promises | |
| But you know it' s true | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| And yet don' t forget | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| Even the stereo sounds tired | |
| Here where the power poles look more like robot skeletons | |
| Slackwired against the evening | |
| Let' s just drive until we' ve found somewhere | |
| There are more headstones in the cemetery | |
| Than houses in the town | |
| And never leave | |
| ' Cause you know it' s true | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| And yet don' t forget | |
| If you lived here, you' d be home now | |
| Tonight the culdesacs are quiet | |
| The driveways don' t lead anywhere | |
| There' s noone else awake | |
| We could trust our deepest secrets | |
| To the artificial lake | |
| We' re in no hurry anyway | |
| We both could use the break |
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