| Song | Only Whispering |
| Artist | Josh Woodward |
| Album | Only Whispering |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Woodward | |
| The secret codes, the marigolds | |
| The twisted subway lines | |
| The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
| The buzzing neon signs | |
| The candy stores and filthy whores | |
| The rotting picket fence | |
| Somehow all this folderol | |
| Is starting to make sense | |
| The splintered rope, the microscope | |
| I thought I had it all figured out | |
| The magazine, the TV screen | |
| The faces burned with doubt | |
| It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
| Until it somehow all made sense | |
| This apple tree epiphany | |
| This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
| And now I�m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I�m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what try to I say, I�m only whispering | |
| The fire codes, the one-way roads | |
| The government conspiracy | |
| The thin fa�ade, the red man�s god | |
| It all just seems to clear to me | |
| The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
| The broke-down Chevrolet | |
| The race to see the ending | |
| Past the stops on the way | |
| And now I�m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I�m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
| All I got�s this same old plot | |
| And a rusty set of strings | |
| I�ll rehearse this same old verse | |
| Until there�s nothing left to sing | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, nobody's listening | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering |
| zuo qu : Woodward | |
| The secret codes, the marigolds | |
| The twisted subway lines | |
| The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
| The buzzing neon signs | |
| The candy stores and filthy whores | |
| The rotting picket fence | |
| Somehow all this folderol | |
| Is starting to make sense | |
| The splintered rope, the microscope | |
| I thought I had it all figured out | |
| The magazine, the TV screen | |
| The faces burned with doubt | |
| It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
| Until it somehow all made sense | |
| This apple tree epiphany | |
| This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
| And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what try to I say, I m only whispering | |
| The fire codes, the oneway roads | |
| The government conspiracy | |
| The thin fa ade, the red man s god | |
| It all just seems to clear to me | |
| The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
| The brokedown Chevrolet | |
| The race to see the ending | |
| Past the stops on the way | |
| And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
| All I got s this same old plot | |
| And a rusty set of strings | |
| I ll rehearse this same old verse | |
| Until there s nothing left to sing | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, nobody' s listening | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering |
| zuò qǔ : Woodward | |
| The secret codes, the marigolds | |
| The twisted subway lines | |
| The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
| The buzzing neon signs | |
| The candy stores and filthy whores | |
| The rotting picket fence | |
| Somehow all this folderol | |
| Is starting to make sense | |
| The splintered rope, the microscope | |
| I thought I had it all figured out | |
| The magazine, the TV screen | |
| The faces burned with doubt | |
| It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
| Until it somehow all made sense | |
| This apple tree epiphany | |
| This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
| And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what try to I say, I m only whispering | |
| The fire codes, the oneway roads | |
| The government conspiracy | |
| The thin fa ade, the red man s god | |
| It all just seems to clear to me | |
| The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
| The brokedown Chevrolet | |
| The race to see the ending | |
| Past the stops on the way | |
| And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
| I m telling everyone I meet | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
| All I got s this same old plot | |
| And a rusty set of strings | |
| I ll rehearse this same old verse | |
| Until there s nothing left to sing | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
| But no matter what I try to say, nobody' s listening | |
| But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering |