| Song | Graycoated Morning |
| Artist | David & the Citizens |
| Album | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fridlund | |
| All these graycoated mornings pass | |
| just like water poured on wax | |
| you watch the sun make another lap | |
| then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
| where everything's prefab and everything's dead | |
| and every little thing get's inside your | |
| head | |
| as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
| pass | |
| and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
| glass | |
| walking through the kitchen now | |
| all a mess and maybe somehow | |
| this could be like the saddest story | |
| - the one about the redhead and her family, | |
| choking on the things they say | |
| like one line of good words could save the day | |
| and summer comes | |
| to knock me off my feet | |
| you will be gone | |
| but still inside of me | |
| I'll pin your words | |
| of sadness and grief | |
| into my skin | |
| until you're within | |
| all these graycoated mornings pass | |
| like none of this won't ever last | |
| you're hanging in the air 'round here | |
| like a thought that slowly disappears | |
| and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
| from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
| but I won't cry | |
| I'm not crying, honey | |
| I'm dying |
| zuo qu : Fridlund | |
| All these graycoated mornings pass | |
| just like water poured on wax | |
| you watch the sun make another lap | |
| then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
| where everything' s prefab and everything' s dead | |
| and every little thing get' s inside your | |
| head | |
| as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
| pass | |
| and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
| glass | |
| walking through the kitchen now | |
| all a mess and maybe somehow | |
| this could be like the saddest story | |
| the one about the redhead and her family, | |
| choking on the things they say | |
| like one line of good words could save the day | |
| and summer comes | |
| to knock me off my feet | |
| you will be gone | |
| but still inside of me | |
| I' ll pin your words | |
| of sadness and grief | |
| into my skin | |
| until you' re within | |
| all these graycoated mornings pass | |
| like none of this won' t ever last | |
| you' re hanging in the air ' round here | |
| like a thought that slowly disappears | |
| and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
| from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
| but I won' t cry | |
| I' m not crying, honey | |
| I' m dying |
| zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
| All these graycoated mornings pass | |
| just like water poured on wax | |
| you watch the sun make another lap | |
| then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
| where everything' s prefab and everything' s dead | |
| and every little thing get' s inside your | |
| head | |
| as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
| pass | |
| and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
| glass | |
| walking through the kitchen now | |
| all a mess and maybe somehow | |
| this could be like the saddest story | |
| the one about the redhead and her family, | |
| choking on the things they say | |
| like one line of good words could save the day | |
| and summer comes | |
| to knock me off my feet | |
| you will be gone | |
| but still inside of me | |
| I' ll pin your words | |
| of sadness and grief | |
| into my skin | |
| until you' re within | |
| all these graycoated mornings pass | |
| like none of this won' t ever last | |
| you' re hanging in the air ' round here | |
| like a thought that slowly disappears | |
| and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
| from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
| but I won' t cry | |
| I' m not crying, honey | |
| I' m dying |