| Song | Liquid Sovereignty |
| Artist | Eyedea & Abilities |
| Album | First Born |
| 作曲 : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Rain | |
| Everyone wants to get out of the rain | |
| Wants to be free, wants to see no more pain | |
| We're guaranteed that the season will change | |
| 'Till then, I'm keeping sunshine on my brain | |
| When the drops hit my head they leave a stain | |
| Everyone wants to get out of the rain | |
| We cannot avoid nature's bleeding vein | |
| But I smile while it trickles down the rain | |
| Harvested love only comes after rain | |
| Even though it brings overwhelming strain | |
| It falls from all skies so I can't complain | |
| Without it, our growth would not be the same | |
| Most people like to have someone to blame | |
| But it falls randomly, not taking aim | |
| It makes up one half of the yin and yang | |
| Without the water, you can't have the flame | |
| Without the water, you can't have the flame | |
| Some are content holding ground in their game | |
| But when my soul steps to exit this frame | |
| I will be reincarnated as | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Rain | |
| Harvested thought only comes after rain | |
| Artists may talk and give it different names | |
| When they appear wet, they may feel ashamed | |
| So they don't walk but instead take the train | |
| And when that ride stops they notice the strange | |
| Sense of degeneration they've obtained | |
| While the world evolves, they stand and turn lame | |
| Storm is prerequisite to mental gain | |
| Storm is prerequisite to mental gain | |
| Philosophy's life | |
| That's simple and plain | |
| Poets play with words to keep themselves sane | |
| You do your thing while the clouds pour the | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Harvested skill only comes after rain | |
| Architects build under sun, so they claim | |
| But when the puddles decided to hang | |
| Is when their hands sketched the plans that remained | |
| Every man secretly hopes he can tame | |
| The beast he fears most 'cause it can't be slain | |
| Towering, gray faces laugh so deranged | |
| One day we all will break free from their chains | |
| One day we all will break free from their chains | |
| And rise towards the sun with good health sustained | |
| It's almost impossible to explain | |
| But I owe all my success to the | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Abilities, Eyedea | |
| Rain | |
| Everyone wants to get out of the rain | |
| Wants to be free, wants to see no more pain | |
| We' re guaranteed that the season will change | |
| ' Till then, I' m keeping sunshine on my brain | |
| When the drops hit my head they leave a stain | |
| Everyone wants to get out of the rain | |
| We cannot avoid nature' s bleeding vein | |
| But I smile while it trickles down the rain | |
| Harvested love only comes after rain | |
| Even though it brings overwhelming strain | |
| It falls from all skies so I can' t complain | |
| Without it, our growth would not be the same | |
| Most people like to have someone to blame | |
| But it falls randomly, not taking aim | |
| It makes up one half of the yin and yang | |
| Without the water, you can' t have the flame | |
| Without the water, you can' t have the flame | |
| Some are content holding ground in their game | |
| But when my soul steps to exit this frame | |
| I will be reincarnated as | |
| Chorus | |
| Rain | |
| Harvested thought only comes after rain | |
| Artists may talk and give it different names | |
| When they appear wet, they may feel ashamed | |
| So they don' t walk but instead take the train | |
| And when that ride stops they notice the strange | |
| Sense of degeneration they' ve obtained | |
| While the world evolves, they stand and turn lame | |
| Storm is prerequisite to mental gain | |
| Storm is prerequisite to mental gain | |
| Philosophy' s life | |
| That' s simple and plain | |
| Poets play with words to keep themselves sane | |
| You do your thing while the clouds pour the | |
| Chorus | |
| Harvested skill only comes after rain | |
| Architects build under sun, so they claim | |
| But when the puddles decided to hang | |
| Is when their hands sketched the plans that remained | |
| Every man secretly hopes he can tame | |
| The beast he fears most ' cause it can' t be slain | |
| Towering, gray faces laugh so deranged | |
| One day we all will break free from their chains | |
| One day we all will break free from their chains | |
| And rise towards the sun with good health sustained | |
| It' s almost impossible to explain | |
| But I owe all my success to the | |
| Chorus |