| Song | I Could Only Stand By |
| Artist | The Weather Station |
| Album | Loyalty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.191] | 作曲 : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.382] | |
| [00:16.207] | You could go for hours, months, and days |
| [00:25.709] | In that half-hearted, pinched kind of way |
| [00:32.614] | And you don’t get too often to the bruise-coloured lake |
| [00:39.866] | To stand, hands in your pockets |
| [00:48.784] | Sometimes you don’t see nothing much there: |
| [00:56.304] | Sunken old moorings, rusted-out stairs, and white sailboats against the sky |
| [01:11.002] | Not really knowing what you came there to find |
| [01:22.058] | Not the building’s concrete spines |
| [01:29.496] | Not the bitterness you always can divine |
| [01:35.179] | And pull from your heart like so much twine |
| [01:43.490] | Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine |
| [01:51.896] | You got pretty lost there in your own mind |
| [01:59.112] | Pathways to hallways to doorways blind |
| [02:07.190] | All through the winter I could only stand by |
| [02:14.309] | Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble |
| [02:23.584] | With no guiding line |
| [02:31.742] | I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind’s cool bite |
| [02:45.870] | Telling me you’ll never get nothing right |
| [02:54.360] | Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight – |
| [03:01.980] | So brief in November, and impossibly bright |
| [03:08.803] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.191] | zuo qu : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.382] | |
| [00:16.207] | You could go for hours, months, and days |
| [00:25.709] | In that halfhearted, pinched kind of way |
| [00:32.614] | And you don' t get too often to the bruisecoloured lake |
| [00:39.866] | To stand, hands in your pockets |
| [00:48.784] | Sometimes you don' t see nothing much there: |
| [00:56.304] | Sunken old moorings, rustedout stairs, and white sailboats against the sky |
| [01:11.002] | Not really knowing what you came there to find |
| [01:22.058] | Not the building' s concrete spines |
| [01:29.496] | Not the bitterness you always can divine |
| [01:35.179] | And pull from your heart like so much twine |
| [01:43.490] | Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine |
| [01:51.896] | You got pretty lost there in your own mind |
| [01:59.112] | Pathways to hallways to doorways blind |
| [02:07.190] | All through the winter I could only stand by |
| [02:14.309] | Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble |
| [02:23.584] | With no guiding line |
| [02:31.742] | I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind' s cool bite |
| [02:45.870] | Telling me you' ll never get nothing right |
| [02:54.360] | Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight |
| [03:01.980] | So brief in November, and impossibly bright |
| [03:08.803] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.191] | zuò qǔ : Tamara Lindeman |
| [00:00.382] | |
| [00:16.207] | You could go for hours, months, and days |
| [00:25.709] | In that halfhearted, pinched kind of way |
| [00:32.614] | And you don' t get too often to the bruisecoloured lake |
| [00:39.866] | To stand, hands in your pockets |
| [00:48.784] | Sometimes you don' t see nothing much there: |
| [00:56.304] | Sunken old moorings, rustedout stairs, and white sailboats against the sky |
| [01:11.002] | Not really knowing what you came there to find |
| [01:22.058] | Not the building' s concrete spines |
| [01:29.496] | Not the bitterness you always can divine |
| [01:35.179] | And pull from your heart like so much twine |
| [01:43.490] | Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine |
| [01:51.896] | You got pretty lost there in your own mind |
| [01:59.112] | Pathways to hallways to doorways blind |
| [02:07.190] | All through the winter I could only stand by |
| [02:14.309] | Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble |
| [02:23.584] | With no guiding line |
| [02:31.742] | I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind' s cool bite |
| [02:45.870] | Telling me you' ll never get nothing right |
| [02:54.360] | Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight |
| [03:01.980] | So brief in November, and impossibly bright |
| [03:08.803] |