| Song | In The Lowlands |
| Artist | Crowded House |
| Album | Crowded House/Temple of Low/Woodface |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Finn | |
| Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
| Out here in panic and alarm | |
| Black shapes gather in the distance | |
| Looks like it won't take long | |
| The first drops land on the window | |
| The first sign that there's something wrong | |
| Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
| Which way, which way | |
| Two days till | |
| I get to you | |
| I'll be late if | |
| I ever get through | |
| Where I go there'll be no kind welcome | |
| Coming down upon me | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Try for Heavens sake | |
| The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
| The sun sank as the miles went by | |
| Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
| When you remember it makes you cry | |
| Ghost cars on the freeway | |
| Like friends that you thought you had | |
| One by one they are disappearing | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Form on higher |
| zuo ci : Finn | |
| Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
| Out here in panic and alarm | |
| Black shapes gather in the distance | |
| Looks like it won' t take long | |
| The first drops land on the window | |
| The first sign that there' s something wrong | |
| Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
| Which way, which way | |
| Two days till | |
| I get to you | |
| I' ll be late if | |
| I ever get through | |
| Where I go there' ll be no kind welcome | |
| Coming down upon me | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Try for Heavens sake | |
| The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
| The sun sank as the miles went by | |
| Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
| When you remember it makes you cry | |
| Ghost cars on the freeway | |
| Like friends that you thought you had | |
| One by one they are disappearing | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Form on higher |
| zuò cí : Finn | |
| Oh Hell, trouble is coming | |
| Out here in panic and alarm | |
| Black shapes gather in the distance | |
| Looks like it won' t take long | |
| The first drops land on the window | |
| The first sign that there' s something wrong | |
| Light rain and a head full of thunder | |
| Which way, which way | |
| Two days till | |
| I get to you | |
| I' ll be late if | |
| I ever get through | |
| Where I go there' ll be no kind welcome | |
| Coming down upon me | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| Now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Try for Heavens sake | |
| The sky fell underneath a blanket | |
| The sun sank as the miles went by | |
| Sit back with your head on the pillow | |
| When you remember it makes you cry | |
| Ghost cars on the freeway | |
| Like friends that you thought you had | |
| One by one they are disappearing | |
| Time will keep me warm, feel my face | |
| And now the insects swarm in the lowlands | |
| Fear will take the place of desire | |
| And we will fan the flames form on high | |
| Form on higher |