| Song | Well, Benjamin |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | Everybody Makes Mistakes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| Well, Benjamin | |
| You crashed your plane again | |
| A beautiful tailspin | |
| It was going to happen soon enough | |
| The only question was when | |
| 'Cause I could smell the flames | |
| Just sleeping on your skin | |
| And I love you for the things you do | |
| And I don't care who you do them to | |
| You can wrap your stupid suffering around me | |
| Because I thought it out, in the time I've got | |
| And I don't care if I drown or not | |
| I just want to crash into that same cold sea | |
| On an airport "USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen | |
| You write, "These people are like skeletons | |
| Wrapped up in perfumed skin" | |
| And it's such a stupid sentiment | |
| But write it once again | |
| Let your anger fill the margin | |
| And I'll kiss your shaking hand. | |
| 'Cause I love you for the things you see | |
| And I don't mind if you see me | |
| With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes | |
| As obscene | |
| You're right in ways that you don't know | |
| And you're untouched by the undertow | |
| All that speed and anger burns your body clean | |
| And I love you for the things you feel | |
| So thoroughly that they turn real | |
| As the sea comes rushing toward us | |
| Dark and cold | |
| And your rowmate, this nonentity | |
| As the screams and salt sea smother me | |
| Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold | |
| But now the landing gear is starting to unfold | |
| The captain points the runway out below | |
| Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold | |
| And where you're going, down there | |
| I don't know |
| zuo qu : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| Well, Benjamin | |
| You crashed your plane again | |
| A beautiful tailspin | |
| It was going to happen soon enough | |
| The only question was when | |
| ' Cause I could smell the flames | |
| Just sleeping on your skin | |
| And I love you for the things you do | |
| And I don' t care who you do them to | |
| You can wrap your stupid suffering around me | |
| Because I thought it out, in the time I' ve got | |
| And I don' t care if I drown or not | |
| I just want to crash into that same cold sea | |
| On an airport " USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen | |
| You write, " These people are like skeletons | |
| Wrapped up in perfumed skin" | |
| And it' s such a stupid sentiment | |
| But write it once again | |
| Let your anger fill the margin | |
| And I' ll kiss your shaking hand. | |
| ' Cause I love you for the things you see | |
| And I don' t mind if you see me | |
| With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes | |
| As obscene | |
| You' re right in ways that you don' t know | |
| And you' re untouched by the undertow | |
| All that speed and anger burns your body clean | |
| And I love you for the things you feel | |
| So thoroughly that they turn real | |
| As the sea comes rushing toward us | |
| Dark and cold | |
| And your rowmate, this nonentity | |
| As the screams and salt sea smother me | |
| Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold | |
| But now the landing gear is starting to unfold | |
| The captain points the runway out below | |
| Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold | |
| And where you' re going, down there | |
| I don' t know |
| zuò qǔ : Meiburg, Sheff | |
| Well, Benjamin | |
| You crashed your plane again | |
| A beautiful tailspin | |
| It was going to happen soon enough | |
| The only question was when | |
| ' Cause I could smell the flames | |
| Just sleeping on your skin | |
| And I love you for the things you do | |
| And I don' t care who you do them to | |
| You can wrap your stupid suffering around me | |
| Because I thought it out, in the time I' ve got | |
| And I don' t care if I drown or not | |
| I just want to crash into that same cold sea | |
| On an airport " USA Today," in a dark black ballpoint pen | |
| You write, " These people are like skeletons | |
| Wrapped up in perfumed skin" | |
| And it' s such a stupid sentiment | |
| But write it once again | |
| Let your anger fill the margin | |
| And I' ll kiss your shaking hand. | |
| ' Cause I love you for the things you see | |
| And I don' t mind if you see me | |
| With my wrinkled hands and glazed eyes | |
| As obscene | |
| You' re right in ways that you don' t know | |
| And you' re untouched by the undertow | |
| All that speed and anger burns your body clean | |
| And I love you for the things you feel | |
| So thoroughly that they turn real | |
| As the sea comes rushing toward us | |
| Dark and cold | |
| And your rowmate, this nonentity | |
| As the screams and salt sea smother me | |
| Will reach out a wrinkled hand for you to hold | |
| But now the landing gear is starting to unfold | |
| The captain points the runway out below | |
| Where the Kent account is waiting to be sold | |
| And where you' re going, down there | |
| I don' t know |