| Song | Frontwards |
| Artist | Pavement |
| Album | Watery, Domestic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Stephen Malkmus/Scott Kannberg |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Stephen Malkmus/Scott Kannberg |
| [00:34.979] | |
| [00:38.474] | I am the only one |
| [00:43.230] | Searching for you |
| [00:46.469] | And if I get caught |
| [00:51.979] | Then the search is through |
| [00:57.217] | And the stories you hear, you know they never add up |
| [01:02.490] | I hear the natives fussing at the data chart |
| [01:05.489] | Be quiet, the weather's on the night news |
| [01:07.725] | |
| [01:08.970] | Empty homes |
| [01:10.980] | Plastic cones |
| [01:14.971] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [01:16.983] | Well I've got style |
| [01:19.220] | Miles and miles |
| [01:23.476] | So much style that it's wasted |
| [01:27.479] | So much style that it's wasted |
| [01:35.172] | So much style that it's wasted |
| [01:49.915] | |
| [01:53.169] | Now, she's the only one |
| [01:57.181] | Who always inhales |
| [02:01.166] | Paris is stale |
| [02:05.413] | And it's war if we fail |
| [02:06.415] | |
| [02:12.125] | And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will |
| [02:16.131] | Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold |
| [02:19.390] | Your cigarette cuts to the inside |
| [02:20.881] | |
| [02:22.379] | Empty homes |
| [02:24.376] | Plastic cones |
| [02:28.124] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [02:30.139] | Well I've got style |
| [02:32.129] | Miles and miles |
| [02:36.129] | So much style that it's leaving |
| [02:39.890] | It's pattern's torn and we're weaving |
| [02:47.412] | This battle's torn and we're weaving |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Stephen Malkmus Scott Kannberg |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Stephen Malkmus Scott Kannberg |
| [00:34.979] | |
| [00:38.474] | I am the only one |
| [00:43.230] | Searching for you |
| [00:46.469] | And if I get caught |
| [00:51.979] | Then the search is through |
| [00:57.217] | And the stories you hear, you know they never add up |
| [01:02.490] | I hear the natives fussing at the data chart |
| [01:05.489] | Be quiet, the weather' s on the night news |
| [01:07.725] | |
| [01:08.970] | Empty homes |
| [01:10.980] | Plastic cones |
| [01:14.971] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [01:16.983] | Well I' ve got style |
| [01:19.220] | Miles and miles |
| [01:23.476] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:27.479] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:35.172] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:49.915] | |
| [01:53.169] | Now, she' s the only one |
| [01:57.181] | Who always inhales |
| [02:01.166] | Paris is stale |
| [02:05.413] | And it' s war if we fail |
| [02:06.415] | |
| [02:12.125] | And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will |
| [02:16.131] | Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold |
| [02:19.390] | Your cigarette cuts to the inside |
| [02:20.881] | |
| [02:22.379] | Empty homes |
| [02:24.376] | Plastic cones |
| [02:28.124] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [02:30.139] | Well I' ve got style |
| [02:32.129] | Miles and miles |
| [02:36.129] | So much style that it' s leaving |
| [02:39.890] | It' s pattern' s torn and we' re weaving |
| [02:47.412] | This battle' s torn and we' re weaving |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Stephen Malkmus Scott Kannberg |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Stephen Malkmus Scott Kannberg |
| [00:34.979] | |
| [00:38.474] | I am the only one |
| [00:43.230] | Searching for you |
| [00:46.469] | And if I get caught |
| [00:51.979] | Then the search is through |
| [00:57.217] | And the stories you hear, you know they never add up |
| [01:02.490] | I hear the natives fussing at the data chart |
| [01:05.489] | Be quiet, the weather' s on the night news |
| [01:07.725] | |
| [01:08.970] | Empty homes |
| [01:10.980] | Plastic cones |
| [01:14.971] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [01:16.983] | Well I' ve got style |
| [01:19.220] | Miles and miles |
| [01:23.476] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:27.479] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:35.172] | So much style that it' s wasted |
| [01:49.915] | |
| [01:53.169] | Now, she' s the only one |
| [01:57.181] | Who always inhales |
| [02:01.166] | Paris is stale |
| [02:05.413] | And it' s war if we fail |
| [02:06.415] | |
| [02:12.125] | And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will |
| [02:16.131] | Their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod, hold |
| [02:19.390] | Your cigarette cuts to the inside |
| [02:20.881] | |
| [02:22.379] | Empty homes |
| [02:24.376] | Plastic cones |
| [02:28.124] | Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? |
| [02:30.139] | Well I' ve got style |
| [02:32.129] | Miles and miles |
| [02:36.129] | So much style that it' s leaving |
| [02:39.890] | It' s pattern' s torn and we' re weaving |
| [02:47.412] | This battle' s torn and we' re weaving |