| Song | Shadowboxing |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | Until Tomorrow Then: The Best of Ed Harcourt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harcourt | |
| Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail | |
| Trapped in the harbour when the ****p set sail | |
| Boy you're one card short of the pack | |
| Begging for your baby to take you back | |
| Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand | |
| Scrawls her name across the sand | |
| But it disappears like King Canute | |
| The tide didn't like his attitude | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can't ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent | |
| Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land | |
| Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan | |
| 'Cause there's no point in the life that he should lead | |
| Chain his leg to a piano and sink through the ****s | |
| Gone are all the dreams that last forever | |
| He towed the line when never meant never | |
| They had something better than the cynical beast | |
| Weren't sucked in by the popular disease | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can't ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent |
| zuo qu : Harcourt | |
| Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail | |
| Trapped in the harbour when the p set sail | |
| Boy you' re one card short of the pack | |
| Begging for your baby to take you back | |
| Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand | |
| Scrawls her name across the sand | |
| But it disappears like King Canute | |
| The tide didn' t like his attitude | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can' t ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent | |
| Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land | |
| Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan | |
| ' Cause there' s no point in the life that he should lead | |
| Chain his leg to a piano and sink through the s | |
| Gone are all the dreams that last forever | |
| He towed the line when never meant never | |
| They had something better than the cynical beast | |
| Weren' t sucked in by the popular disease | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can' t ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent |
| zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
| Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail | |
| Trapped in the harbour when the p set sail | |
| Boy you' re one card short of the pack | |
| Begging for your baby to take you back | |
| Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand | |
| Scrawls her name across the sand | |
| But it disappears like King Canute | |
| The tide didn' t like his attitude | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can' t ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent | |
| Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land | |
| Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan | |
| ' Cause there' s no point in the life that he should lead | |
| Chain his leg to a piano and sink through the s | |
| Gone are all the dreams that last forever | |
| He towed the line when never meant never | |
| They had something better than the cynical beast | |
| Weren' t sucked in by the popular disease | |
| Always shadowboxing | |
| Face up and throw your gloves in | |
| Lose your imaginary friends | |
| Always good for nothing | |
| She can' t ever love him | |
| No man is ever innocent |