| Song | Dead Voices |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | Hearts of Oak |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| Long live our dying friend | |
| In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
| Cold now in a warming world | |
| Still cold as the moment we're hanging frozen in | |
| Oh, writer of words | |
| Channel of fear | |
| Hey, lover of life | |
| Hater of living here | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Vibrations reverberate | |
| In waves from a point in time and a place | |
| Tune in and you feel them sent | |
| All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
| Go look to his words | |
| Don't look to his past | |
| The story goes on | |
| The players are recast | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
| But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
| And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
| What would you say to have saved him, oh won't you say it to save me? | |
| The streets are deserted | |
| The bars are the same | |
| One voice of the living | |
| The town crier is calling your name | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| Long live our dying friend | |
| In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
| Cold now in a warming world | |
| Still cold as the moment we' re hanging frozen in | |
| Oh, writer of words | |
| Channel of fear | |
| Hey, lover of life | |
| Hater of living here | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Vibrations reverberate | |
| In waves from a point in time and a place | |
| Tune in and you feel them sent | |
| All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
| Go look to his words | |
| Don' t look to his past | |
| The story goes on | |
| The players are recast | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
| But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
| And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
| What would you say to have saved him, oh won' t you say it to save me? | |
| The streets are deserted | |
| The bars are the same | |
| One voice of the living | |
| The town crier is calling your name | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| Long live our dying friend | |
| In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
| Cold now in a warming world | |
| Still cold as the moment we' re hanging frozen in | |
| Oh, writer of words | |
| Channel of fear | |
| Hey, lover of life | |
| Hater of living here | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Vibrations reverberate | |
| In waves from a point in time and a place | |
| Tune in and you feel them sent | |
| All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
| Go look to his words | |
| Don' t look to his past | |
| The story goes on | |
| The players are recast | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
| But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
| And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
| What would you say to have saved him, oh won' t you say it to save me? | |
| The streets are deserted | |
| The bars are the same | |
| One voice of the living | |
| The town crier is calling your name | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now | |
| Hear them calling | |
| Come over the hills now | |
| To your darling | |
| The dead voices are near now |