| Song | An Introduction To The Album |
| Artist | The Hotelier |
| Album | Home, Like Noplace Is There |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Christian Holden |
| [00:18] | Open the curtains |
| [00:21] | Singing birds tell me |
| [00:24] | "Tear the buildings down." |
| [00:29] | You felt blessed |
| [00:30] | To receive their pleasant sound |
| [00:34] | Of things that break |
| [00:35] | Make you cringe |
| [00:37] | Inside yourself there's a child |
| [00:41] | Counting stars in their time-out |
| [00:45] | Of their day |
| [00:47] | In the corners of their frame |
| [00:51] | They are encased |
| [00:53] | In the losing of a grain |
| [00:56] | Of themselves |
| [00:58] | Pushed against the ebb and flow |
| [01:05] | Wave good-bye and watch it go |
| [01:31] | Well show me the honest, proper way |
| [01:36] | To disarm predatory gaze |
| [01:41] | Sucking dry |
| [01:42] | Never satiated |
| [01:43] | You've been misused |
| [01:48] | Been rewired |
| [01:50] | You're short-circuiting now |
| [01:54] | Just remember when |
| [01:55] | You'd call me to come |
| [01:59] | Take a deep breath, and then jump |
| [02:06] | So fragile are bodies |
| [02:08] | So concave, work in |
| [02:14] | Self-destructive ways |
| [02:20] | Shot from the hip and missed |
| [02:26] | Detaching from all of this In |
| [02:33] | physical pictures you remain |
| [02:36] | Spiral 'round yourself in figure-eight |
| [02:39] | I recoil at every new beginning |
| [02:48] | I searched for a way out |
| [02:51] | Don't we all? |
| [02:53] | Existentialist recall |
| [02:57] | Turn in all dichotomies and Truths |
| [03:03] | that I gave I felt wrong in many ways |
| [03:09] | Didn't heal |
| [03:11] | Just got harder every day |
| [03:14] | To be still |
| [03:16] | To be passing |
| [03:19] | Through the throes |
| [03:20] | In a daze |
| [03:22] | Feeling heavy |
| [03:24] | Feeling cold in my skin |
| [03:27] | In my hand-me-downs |
| [03:30] | Wearing everything thin |
| [03:31] | And the pills |
| [03:34] | That you gave didn't do anything |
| [04:25] | I just slept for years on end |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Christian Holden |
| [00:18] | Open the curtains |
| [00:21] | Singing birds tell me |
| [00:24] | " Tear the buildings down." |
| [00:29] | You felt blessed |
| [00:30] | To receive their pleasant sound |
| [00:34] | Of things that break |
| [00:35] | Make you cringe |
| [00:37] | Inside yourself there' s a child |
| [00:41] | Counting stars in their timeout |
| [00:45] | Of their day |
| [00:47] | In the corners of their frame |
| [00:51] | They are encased |
| [00:53] | In the losing of a grain |
| [00:56] | Of themselves |
| [00:58] | Pushed against the ebb and flow |
| [01:05] | Wave goodbye and watch it go |
| [01:31] | Well show me the honest, proper way |
| [01:36] | To disarm predatory gaze |
| [01:41] | Sucking dry |
| [01:42] | Never satiated |
| [01:43] | You' ve been misused |
| [01:48] | Been rewired |
| [01:50] | You' re shortcircuiting now |
| [01:54] | Just remember when |
| [01:55] | You' d call me to come |
| [01:59] | Take a deep breath, and then jump |
| [02:06] | So fragile are bodies |
| [02:08] | So concave, work in |
| [02:14] | Selfdestructive ways |
| [02:20] | Shot from the hip and missed |
| [02:26] | Detaching from all of this In |
| [02:33] | physical pictures you remain |
| [02:36] | Spiral ' round yourself in figureeight |
| [02:39] | I recoil at every new beginning |
| [02:48] | I searched for a way out |
| [02:51] | Don' t we all? |
| [02:53] | Existentialist recall |
| [02:57] | Turn in all dichotomies and Truths |
| [03:03] | that I gave I felt wrong in many ways |
| [03:09] | Didn' t heal |
| [03:11] | Just got harder every day |
| [03:14] | To be still |
| [03:16] | To be passing |
| [03:19] | Through the throes |
| [03:20] | In a daze |
| [03:22] | Feeling heavy |
| [03:24] | Feeling cold in my skin |
| [03:27] | In my handmedowns |
| [03:30] | Wearing everything thin |
| [03:31] | And the pills |
| [03:34] | That you gave didn' t do anything |
| [04:25] | I just slept for years on end |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Christian Holden |
| [00:18] | Open the curtains |
| [00:21] | Singing birds tell me |
| [00:24] | " Tear the buildings down." |
| [00:29] | You felt blessed |
| [00:30] | To receive their pleasant sound |
| [00:34] | Of things that break |
| [00:35] | Make you cringe |
| [00:37] | Inside yourself there' s a child |
| [00:41] | Counting stars in their timeout |
| [00:45] | Of their day |
| [00:47] | In the corners of their frame |
| [00:51] | They are encased |
| [00:53] | In the losing of a grain |
| [00:56] | Of themselves |
| [00:58] | Pushed against the ebb and flow |
| [01:05] | Wave goodbye and watch it go |
| [01:31] | Well show me the honest, proper way |
| [01:36] | To disarm predatory gaze |
| [01:41] | Sucking dry |
| [01:42] | Never satiated |
| [01:43] | You' ve been misused |
| [01:48] | Been rewired |
| [01:50] | You' re shortcircuiting now |
| [01:54] | Just remember when |
| [01:55] | You' d call me to come |
| [01:59] | Take a deep breath, and then jump |
| [02:06] | So fragile are bodies |
| [02:08] | So concave, work in |
| [02:14] | Selfdestructive ways |
| [02:20] | Shot from the hip and missed |
| [02:26] | Detaching from all of this In |
| [02:33] | physical pictures you remain |
| [02:36] | Spiral ' round yourself in figureeight |
| [02:39] | I recoil at every new beginning |
| [02:48] | I searched for a way out |
| [02:51] | Don' t we all? |
| [02:53] | Existentialist recall |
| [02:57] | Turn in all dichotomies and Truths |
| [03:03] | that I gave I felt wrong in many ways |
| [03:09] | Didn' t heal |
| [03:11] | Just got harder every day |
| [03:14] | To be still |
| [03:16] | To be passing |
| [03:19] | Through the throes |
| [03:20] | In a daze |
| [03:22] | Feeling heavy |
| [03:24] | Feeling cold in my skin |
| [03:27] | In my handmedowns |
| [03:30] | Wearing everything thin |
| [03:31] | And the pills |
| [03:34] | That you gave didn' t do anything |
| [04:25] | I just slept for years on end |