| Song | Hold Out Your Hand |
| Artist | Oh Mercy |
| Album | Great Barrier Grief |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alexander Gow | |
| 作曲 : Thomas Savage/Alexander Gow | |
| There's no needle in the haystack | |
| No Jekyll to his Hyde | |
| No blood running through his veins | |
| That fled from him in fright | |
| His body's like a boomerang | |
| That never came back | |
| He was found looking half alive off the beaten track | |
| He'll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it's great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He'd sink in sand for you to hold out your hand | |
| His love is like a marching band, never to return | |
| His heart is so rotten now, the flesh too cold to burn | |
| Somebody please take these chains to his feet and let him fall | |
| So we can take an easy breath watching the devil crawl | |
| He'll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it's great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He'd sink in sand for you to hold out your hand |
| zuo ci : Alexander Gow | |
| zuo qu : Thomas Savage Alexander Gow | |
| There' s no needle in the haystack | |
| No Jekyll to his Hyde | |
| No blood running through his veins | |
| That fled from him in fright | |
| His body' s like a boomerang | |
| That never came back | |
| He was found looking half alive off the beaten track | |
| He' ll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it' s great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He' d sink in sand for you to hold out your hand | |
| His love is like a marching band, never to return | |
| His heart is so rotten now, the flesh too cold to burn | |
| Somebody please take these chains to his feet and let him fall | |
| So we can take an easy breath watching the devil crawl | |
| He' ll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it' s great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He' d sink in sand for you to hold out your hand |
| zuò cí : Alexander Gow | |
| zuò qǔ : Thomas Savage Alexander Gow | |
| There' s no needle in the haystack | |
| No Jekyll to his Hyde | |
| No blood running through his veins | |
| That fled from him in fright | |
| His body' s like a boomerang | |
| That never came back | |
| He was found looking half alive off the beaten track | |
| He' ll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it' s great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He' d sink in sand for you to hold out your hand | |
| His love is like a marching band, never to return | |
| His heart is so rotten now, the flesh too cold to burn | |
| Somebody please take these chains to his feet and let him fall | |
| So we can take an easy breath watching the devil crawl | |
| He' ll say, please to meet you and howl at the moon | |
| And say, it' s great to see you and you stare at your feet | |
| He' d sink in sand for you to hold out your hand |