| Song | You Must Be Bleeding Under Your Eyelids |
| Artist | Blindside |
| Album | The Great Depression |
| 作曲 : Blindside | |
| Her pain is the fog he inhale | |
| Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale | |
| Just another night with a sad different song | |
| Heard from somewhere now she sings along | |
| Turn the car-key, back out through the driveway | |
| He sees her face when he closes his eyes | |
| She still believe the lies | |
| Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone | |
| Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown | |
| And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song | |
| She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong | |
| She still believes the lies | |
| When you see yourself you're seeing red | |
| And it makes you blind | |
| You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight | |
| You wait for something to break the mold | |
| And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
| You must be bleeding under your eyelids | |
| One tear in the sink, swallow the next one | |
| Now out of sight but not really gone | |
| I put the key in the door don't want to walk through | |
| Hang the handle for a second or two | |
| And as the door opens | |
| I can feel your sadness from across the room | |
| And now for your beauty | |
| I'm lost for words | |
| When you see yourself you're seeing red | |
| And it makes you blind | |
| You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight | |
| You wait for something to break the mold | |
| And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
| You must be bleedin under your eyelids | |
| Wait for something to break the mold | |
| Before your eyes grows old and cold | |
| Keep your ears close to the ground | |
| Don't move until you hear a sound |
| zuò qǔ : Blindside | |
| Her pain is the fog he inhale | |
| Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale | |
| Just another night with a sad different song | |
| Heard from somewhere now she sings along | |
| Turn the carkey, back out through the driveway | |
| He sees her face when he closes his eyes | |
| She still believe the lies | |
| Pretty pretty eyes with a darker tone | |
| Another hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shown | |
| And they say lets have another toast lets sing another song | |
| She tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrong | |
| She still believes the lies | |
| When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
| And it makes you blind | |
| You must be bleeding under your eyelids tonight | |
| You wait for something to break the mold | |
| And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
| You must be bleeding under your eyelids | |
| One tear in the sink, swallow the next one | |
| Now out of sight but not really gone | |
| I put the key in the door don' t want to walk through | |
| Hang the handle for a second or two | |
| And as the door opens | |
| I can feel your sadness from across the room | |
| And now for your beauty | |
| I' m lost for words | |
| When you see yourself you' re seeing red | |
| And it makes you blind | |
| You must be bleedin under your eyelids tonight | |
| You wait for something to break the mold | |
| And all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyes | |
| You must be bleedin under your eyelids | |
| Wait for something to break the mold | |
| Before your eyes grows old and cold | |
| Keep your ears close to the ground | |
| Don' t move until you hear a sound |