| 歌曲 | Shouting Distance |
| 歌手 | Benoît Pioulard |
| 专辑 | Lasted |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| You’d cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest | |
| Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight’s weakest | |
| The picking of battles like new persimmons | |
| Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons | |
| Oh the time the tone will lag & rush | |
| Traced in placid places growing flush | |
| Oh the time the tone will rush & lag | |
| Preside over design with smoldered drags | |
| A mural of moments of sharing progression | |
| Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession | |
| They’ll rouse a man’s fear when it’s dormant as winter | |
| As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters | |
| Oh the tone the time will lag & rush | |
| His eye is on a sparrow & the thrush | |
| Oh the tone the time will rush & lag | |
| As the roofs & eaves deteriorate & sag |
| You' d cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest | |
| Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight' s weakest | |
| The picking of battles like new persimmons | |
| Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons | |
| Oh the time the tone will lag rush | |
| Traced in placid places growing flush | |
| Oh the time the tone will rush lag | |
| Preside over design with smoldered drags | |
| A mural of moments of sharing progression | |
| Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession | |
| They' ll rouse a man' s fear when it' s dormant as winter | |
| As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters | |
| Oh the tone the time will lag rush | |
| His eye is on a sparrow the thrush | |
| Oh the tone the time will rush lag | |
| As the roofs eaves deteriorate sag |
| You' d cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest | |
| Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight' s weakest | |
| The picking of battles like new persimmons | |
| Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons | |
| Oh the time the tone will lag rush | |
| Traced in placid places growing flush | |
| Oh the time the tone will rush lag | |
| Preside over design with smoldered drags | |
| A mural of moments of sharing progression | |
| Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession | |
| They' ll rouse a man' s fear when it' s dormant as winter | |
| As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters | |
| Oh the tone the time will lag rush | |
| His eye is on a sparrow the thrush | |
| Oh the tone the time will rush lag | |
| As the roofs eaves deteriorate sag |