| Song | Lights and Cars |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Gutter Anthems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| I scan the index time to time | |
| Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
| From the country we can see the stars | |
| But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
| It's the song before the calm before the storm | |
| We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
| Shaking hands are letting go | |
| They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
| These good intentions clear the road | |
| Of fallen snow | |
| I slide my finger through the dust | |
| That colonized this place that I once loved | |
| From the inside I could see the stars | |
| That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
| I've listened long, I've listened hard, I've listened well | |
| To things I'll have to learn myself | |
| Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
| Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
| Close our eyes tonight and find that we're all closer than we thought | |
| To being home again in some familiar place |
| zuo qu : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| I scan the index time to time | |
| Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
| From the country we can see the stars | |
| But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
| It' s the song before the calm before the storm | |
| We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
| Shaking hands are letting go | |
| They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
| These good intentions clear the road | |
| Of fallen snow | |
| I slide my finger through the dust | |
| That colonized this place that I once loved | |
| From the inside I could see the stars | |
| That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
| I' ve listened long, I' ve listened hard, I' ve listened well | |
| To things I' ll have to learn myself | |
| Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
| Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
| Close our eyes tonight and find that we' re all closer than we thought | |
| To being home again in some familiar place |
| zuò qǔ : Enter The Haggis ... | |
| I scan the index time to time | |
| Slide my finger down, hoping to see life | |
| From the country we can see the stars | |
| But they close their eyes to city lights and cars | |
| It' s the song before the calm before the storm | |
| We hold on till we feel that steady roll | |
| Shaking hands are letting go | |
| They slip on but never slip away we hope | |
| These good intentions clear the road | |
| Of fallen snow | |
| I slide my finger through the dust | |
| That colonized this place that I once loved | |
| From the inside I could see the stars | |
| That I left behind for city lights and cars | |
| I' ve listened long, I' ve listened hard, I' ve listened well | |
| To things I' ll have to learn myself | |
| Gold dust turns to ashes falling softly at our feet | |
| Taking the time to dance with ghosts along the way | |
| Close our eyes tonight and find that we' re all closer than we thought | |
| To being home again in some familiar place |