| Song | Hard Bark on the Family Tree |
| Artist | Have Heart |
| Album | Songs to Scream at the Sun |
| 作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart | |
| October leaves on Massachusetts’ trees. | |
| A sight so fleetingly free | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Me | |
| On fire with the maple trees, | |
| On my knees with these leaves on these boston streets, | |
| Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole | |
| (one night), one fight, one family swallowed whole. | |
| Some things just fall apart | |
| Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. | |
| Some things just fall apart | |
| Some memories continue breaking the cold heart | |
| And some sons have a hard time | |
| Looking at things the same | |
| Looking in their father’s eyes | |
| When both their heads hang in shame | |
| Highways home become oceans | |
| That I just can’t swim | |
| And the rusty gates of Eden lock | |
| To never let me in. | |
| Let me in. | |
| Oceans of emotions we’ve go to swim | |
| Well I open my eyes | |
| I can’t see that family | |
| I can’t see that home | |
| So I’ll just keep the closed | |
| Outside this door with these open arms, | |
| With the warmth of the maple tree. | |
| If these trees can’t replace scars | |
| Then let their leaves just bury me | |
| Let their leaves just bury me. |
| zuò qǔ : Flynn, Have Heart | |
| October leaves on Massachusetts' trees. | |
| A sight so fleetingly free | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Just how October leaves | |
| Me | |
| On fire with the maple trees, | |
| On my knees with these leaves on these boston streets, | |
| Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole | |
| one night, one fight, one family swallowed whole. | |
| Some things just fall apart | |
| Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. | |
| Some things just fall apart | |
| Some memories continue breaking the cold heart | |
| And some sons have a hard time | |
| Looking at things the same | |
| Looking in their father' s eyes | |
| When both their heads hang in shame | |
| Highways home become oceans | |
| That I just can' t swim | |
| And the rusty gates of Eden lock | |
| To never let me in. | |
| Let me in. | |
| Oceans of emotions we' ve go to swim | |
| Well I open my eyes | |
| I can' t see that family | |
| I can' t see that home | |
| So I' ll just keep the closed | |
| Outside this door with these open arms, | |
| With the warmth of the maple tree. | |
| If these trees can' t replace scars | |
| Then let their leaves just bury me | |
| Let their leaves just bury me. |