| Song | The Missing Wife |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dies | |
| Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? | |
| I shall collect myself after | |
| I weepThen garb myself in ocean blue | |
| With no method of goodbye for you | |
| Should the marsh render a crane to cry | |
| And should the sea suspend it's gulls to fly | |
| I'll lend myself unto their wings | |
| And hear the voice of | |
| Jesus sing | |
| No wish for she whose whimsy does soar | |
| No wish to sleep forever more | |
| No eye shadow as thick as paint | |
| No pigment pleads unto the faint | |
| Forgiveness like a blanket of snow | |
| Whispers like the wind does blow | |
| Beckoning unto the deep | |
| Offering out unto the meek | |
| There you lay in | |
| Jesus hands | |
| Resting there beside the | |
| LambThere will not be a circular piece | |
| To drive into a square shaped keep | |
| No hands to hold within my own | |
| No second soul inside our home | |
| I'ma walk beside the crystal sea | |
| Myself for my love and my love for me |
| zuo qu : Dies | |
| Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? | |
| I shall collect myself after | |
| I weepThen garb myself in ocean blue | |
| With no method of goodbye for you | |
| Should the marsh render a crane to cry | |
| And should the sea suspend it' s gulls to fly | |
| I' ll lend myself unto their wings | |
| And hear the voice of | |
| Jesus sing | |
| No wish for she whose whimsy does soar | |
| No wish to sleep forever more | |
| No eye shadow as thick as paint | |
| No pigment pleads unto the faint | |
| Forgiveness like a blanket of snow | |
| Whispers like the wind does blow | |
| Beckoning unto the deep | |
| Offering out unto the meek | |
| There you lay in | |
| Jesus hands | |
| Resting there beside the | |
| LambThere will not be a circular piece | |
| To drive into a square shaped keep | |
| No hands to hold within my own | |
| No second soul inside our home | |
| I' ma walk beside the crystal sea | |
| Myself for my love and my love for me |
| zuò qǔ : Dies | |
| Should you hurt yourself or simply sleep? | |
| I shall collect myself after | |
| I weepThen garb myself in ocean blue | |
| With no method of goodbye for you | |
| Should the marsh render a crane to cry | |
| And should the sea suspend it' s gulls to fly | |
| I' ll lend myself unto their wings | |
| And hear the voice of | |
| Jesus sing | |
| No wish for she whose whimsy does soar | |
| No wish to sleep forever more | |
| No eye shadow as thick as paint | |
| No pigment pleads unto the faint | |
| Forgiveness like a blanket of snow | |
| Whispers like the wind does blow | |
| Beckoning unto the deep | |
| Offering out unto the meek | |
| There you lay in | |
| Jesus hands | |
| Resting there beside the | |
| LambThere will not be a circular piece | |
| To drive into a square shaped keep | |
| No hands to hold within my own | |
| No second soul inside our home | |
| I' ma walk beside the crystal sea | |
| Myself for my love and my love for me |