| Song | Broken Limbs |
| Artist | Driftless Pony Club |
| Album | Janel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Driftless Pony Club | |
| This road keeps changing names | |
| As we separate | |
| Someone should tell the city planner | |
| It should last forever | |
| No one remembers who they were named after | |
| The chips on our shoulders | |
| Dissipate like smoke signals | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And someone cut all the lines | |
| And no one knows how to repair | |
| And someone burned the family tree | |
| All the way down to the roots | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And the clock ticks on | |
| Only time will tell | |
| If there's still | |
| Time at all | |
| For the mark of reason | |
| {?} of the people and places | |
| Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
| Origins and bloodlines and hand-me-downs | |
| Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
| The layers and layers of addiction | |
| Blinking and winking lights | |
| The bruises and broken limbs | |
| Are something someone wants |
| zuo qu : Driftless Pony Club | |
| This road keeps changing names | |
| As we separate | |
| Someone should tell the city planner | |
| It should last forever | |
| No one remembers who they were named after | |
| The chips on our shoulders | |
| Dissipate like smoke signals | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And someone cut all the lines | |
| And no one knows how to repair | |
| And someone burned the family tree | |
| All the way down to the roots | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And the clock ticks on | |
| Only time will tell | |
| If there' s still | |
| Time at all | |
| For the mark of reason | |
| ? of the people and places | |
| Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
| Origins and bloodlines and handmedowns | |
| Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
| The layers and layers of addiction | |
| Blinking and winking lights | |
| The bruises and broken limbs | |
| Are something someone wants |
| zuò qǔ : Driftless Pony Club | |
| This road keeps changing names | |
| As we separate | |
| Someone should tell the city planner | |
| It should last forever | |
| No one remembers who they were named after | |
| The chips on our shoulders | |
| Dissipate like smoke signals | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And someone cut all the lines | |
| And no one knows how to repair | |
| And someone burned the family tree | |
| All the way down to the roots | |
| And someone killed the messenger | |
| Killed the messenger | |
| And the clock ticks on | |
| Only time will tell | |
| If there' s still | |
| Time at all | |
| For the mark of reason | |
| ? of the people and places | |
| Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
| Origins and bloodlines and handmedowns | |
| Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
| The layers and layers of addiction | |
| Blinking and winking lights | |
| The bruises and broken limbs | |
| Are something someone wants |