| Song | My Mirror Speaks |
| Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
| Album | The Open Door EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gibbard, Harmer | |
| death cab for cutie - my mirror speaks | |
| with every sun that sets i am feeling more | |
| like a stranger on a foreign shore | |
| with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath | |
| and when my mirror speaks it never minces words | |
| because these eyes don't shine half as bright | |
| as they used to do and they haven't for quite a while | |
| because i'm a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there's a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i always fall in love with an open door | |
| with a horizon on an endless sea | |
| as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me | |
| and then my mirror speaks with irreverence | |
| like a soldier i can't command | |
| it sees a child in the body of a full-grown man | |
| and he's a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there's a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there's nothing on either end | |
| a new position for a different view | |
| and nothing changes but the slightest hues | |
| and i am standing face to face | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there's a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i'm a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there's a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there's a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there's nothing on the ends | |
| no there's nothing on the ends |
| zuo qu : Gibbard, Harmer | |
| death cab for cutie my mirror speaks | |
| with every sun that sets i am feeling more | |
| like a stranger on a foreign shore | |
| with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath | |
| and when my mirror speaks it never minces words | |
| because these eyes don' t shine half as bright | |
| as they used to do and they haven' t for quite a while | |
| because i' m a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i always fall in love with an open door | |
| with a horizon on an endless sea | |
| as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me | |
| and then my mirror speaks with irreverence | |
| like a soldier i can' t command | |
| it sees a child in the body of a fullgrown man | |
| and he' s a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there' s nothing on either end | |
| a new position for a different view | |
| and nothing changes but the slightest hues | |
| and i am standing face to face | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i' m a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there' s nothing on the ends | |
| no there' s nothing on the ends |
| zuò qǔ : Gibbard, Harmer | |
| death cab for cutie my mirror speaks | |
| with every sun that sets i am feeling more | |
| like a stranger on a foreign shore | |
| with an eroding beach disappearing from underneath | |
| and when my mirror speaks it never minces words | |
| because these eyes don' t shine half as bright | |
| as they used to do and they haven' t for quite a while | |
| because i' m a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i always fall in love with an open door | |
| with a horizon on an endless sea | |
| as i look around the ones who were standing right in front of me | |
| and then my mirror speaks with irreverence | |
| like a soldier i can' t command | |
| it sees a child in the body of a fullgrown man | |
| and he' s a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there' s nothing on either end | |
| a new position for a different view | |
| and nothing changes but the slightest hues | |
| and i am standing face to face | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| i' m a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside my head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| with a man who hides from all that binds | |
| and a mess of fading lines | |
| and there' s a tangled thread inside his head | |
| with nothing on either end | |
| there' s nothing on the ends | |
| no there' s nothing on the ends |