| Song | Hello My Name Is Euphoria |
| Artist | Burden of a Day |
| Album | Pilots and Paper Planes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burden Of A Day | |
| To view the world through the bottom of an empty glass | |
| These blurred images of smiles of so-called friends | |
| You're so tired | |
| The weight of the room is set to strangle | |
| Her arms go limp and so she closed her eyes | |
| This always happens in the night | |
| It happens every single time | |
| You feel the turning of the knife | |
| In your gut and neon blinds your eyes | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day | |
| Cut deep, scars bleed; | |
| These wounds will heal | |
| The memories will fade away (x2) | |
| You said the nights were too long, | |
| But with bloody knuckles we carried on | |
| You said the lights were too bright | |
| In your eyes and sang your sad songs | |
| We buckled down and broke the bottles spilling dreams across the street | |
| Erase the images the pitter pat of tiny feet. | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day |
| zuo qu : Burden Of A Day | |
| To view the world through the bottom of an empty glass | |
| These blurred images of smiles of socalled friends | |
| You' re so tired | |
| The weight of the room is set to strangle | |
| Her arms go limp and so she closed her eyes | |
| This always happens in the night | |
| It happens every single time | |
| You feel the turning of the knife | |
| In your gut and neon blinds your eyes | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day | |
| Cut deep, scars bleed | |
| These wounds will heal | |
| The memories will fade away x2 | |
| You said the nights were too long, | |
| But with bloody knuckles we carried on | |
| You said the lights were too bright | |
| In your eyes and sang your sad songs | |
| We buckled down and broke the bottles spilling dreams across the street | |
| Erase the images the pitter pat of tiny feet. | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day |
| zuò qǔ : Burden Of A Day | |
| To view the world through the bottom of an empty glass | |
| These blurred images of smiles of socalled friends | |
| You' re so tired | |
| The weight of the room is set to strangle | |
| Her arms go limp and so she closed her eyes | |
| This always happens in the night | |
| It happens every single time | |
| You feel the turning of the knife | |
| In your gut and neon blinds your eyes | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day | |
| Cut deep, scars bleed | |
| These wounds will heal | |
| The memories will fade away x2 | |
| You said the nights were too long, | |
| But with bloody knuckles we carried on | |
| You said the lights were too bright | |
| In your eyes and sang your sad songs | |
| We buckled down and broke the bottles spilling dreams across the street | |
| Erase the images the pitter pat of tiny feet. | |
| Sing the song of sorrow | |
| The past is no tomorrow | |
| Starting now there will be a brand new day |