| Song | Leanin' Like a Barn |
| Artist | Tilt |
| Album | 'Til It Kills |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cinder Block | |
| I hit every red light | |
| I threw everything out | |
| Of the house I left | |
| But I came back | |
| Walk backwards through | |
| The door | |
| You didn't save a bit for me | |
| You didn't nod or disagree | |
| Our sidewalk is askew | |
| Our rent is overdue | |
| I'm leaning like a barn | |
| I'm abandoned like a house | |
| I'm feeling like a knife | |
| In a drawer | |
| Admit you brought the drought | |
| You're so dry to the touch | |
| And I pray for the rain | |
| I'd love to help you bake | |
| But the killer on your face | |
| Says you're gone | |
| You didn't leave a note for me | |
| You didn't see me sharpening | |
| My steps are falling through | |
| Our home is ready to split | |
| In two | |
| Don't need a sickle to | |
| Cut you down | |
| Don't need no divining rod | |
| To track you down | |
| The rains are coming and | |
| The sky is brown the | |
| Weather vane is spinning | |
| Spinning around |
| zuo qu : Cinder Block | |
| I hit every red light | |
| I threw everything out | |
| Of the house I left | |
| But I came back | |
| Walk backwards through | |
| The door | |
| You didn' t save a bit for me | |
| You didn' t nod or disagree | |
| Our sidewalk is askew | |
| Our rent is overdue | |
| I' m leaning like a barn | |
| I' m abandoned like a house | |
| I' m feeling like a knife | |
| In a drawer | |
| Admit you brought the drought | |
| You' re so dry to the touch | |
| And I pray for the rain | |
| I' d love to help you bake | |
| But the killer on your face | |
| Says you' re gone | |
| You didn' t leave a note for me | |
| You didn' t see me sharpening | |
| My steps are falling through | |
| Our home is ready to split | |
| In two | |
| Don' t need a sickle to | |
| Cut you down | |
| Don' t need no divining rod | |
| To track you down | |
| The rains are coming and | |
| The sky is brown the | |
| Weather vane is spinning | |
| Spinning around |
| zuò qǔ : Cinder Block | |
| I hit every red light | |
| I threw everything out | |
| Of the house I left | |
| But I came back | |
| Walk backwards through | |
| The door | |
| You didn' t save a bit for me | |
| You didn' t nod or disagree | |
| Our sidewalk is askew | |
| Our rent is overdue | |
| I' m leaning like a barn | |
| I' m abandoned like a house | |
| I' m feeling like a knife | |
| In a drawer | |
| Admit you brought the drought | |
| You' re so dry to the touch | |
| And I pray for the rain | |
| I' d love to help you bake | |
| But the killer on your face | |
| Says you' re gone | |
| You didn' t leave a note for me | |
| You didn' t see me sharpening | |
| My steps are falling through | |
| Our home is ready to split | |
| In two | |
| Don' t need a sickle to | |
| Cut you down | |
| Don' t need no divining rod | |
| To track you down | |
| The rains are coming and | |
| The sky is brown the | |
| Weather vane is spinning | |
| Spinning around |