| Song | Bound Red Gideon |
| Artist | Charlene Kaye |
| Album | Things I Will Need in the Past |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kaye | |
| I'd been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
| When you up and left | |
| Saying doubts about me'd slow been surfacing | |
| Like grass through the cement | |
| Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
| Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
| Alone, you see | |
| With answers few and far between | |
| Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
| Cuz I don't know just what I'm looking for | |
| A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
| A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
| Oh me of such little faith | |
| There's no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
| But time and time again, i think of you and hope you're doing fine | |
| Apart and free | |
| Just a ghost, how you're meant to be |
| zuo qu : Kaye | |
| I' d been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
| When you up and left | |
| Saying doubts about me' d slow been surfacing | |
| Like grass through the cement | |
| Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
| Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
| Alone, you see | |
| With answers few and far between | |
| Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
| Cuz I don' t know just what I' m looking for | |
| A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
| A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
| Oh me of such little faith | |
| There' s no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
| But time and time again, i think of you and hope you' re doing fine | |
| Apart and free | |
| Just a ghost, how you' re meant to be |
| zuò qǔ : Kaye | |
| I' d been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
| When you up and left | |
| Saying doubts about me' d slow been surfacing | |
| Like grass through the cement | |
| Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
| Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
| Alone, you see | |
| With answers few and far between | |
| Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
| Cuz I don' t know just what I' m looking for | |
| A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
| A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
| Oh me of such little faith | |
| There' s no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
| But time and time again, i think of you and hope you' re doing fine | |
| Apart and free | |
| Just a ghost, how you' re meant to be |