| Song | Over Our Bodies |
| Artist | Longpigs |
| Artist | Hugh Jones |
| Album | The Sun Is Often Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hunt | |
| Nobody matters and this is depressing me | |
| I know a strange one could change all of this | |
| But they two were lovers they | |
| Carry each other and | |
| No one on earth would explain | |
| But she's found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I count my losses | |
| Cause all stars are horses and | |
| How such a weak friend could soften her heart | |
| But they two are lovers they carry each other | |
| And no one earth could complain it is that | |
| She's found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I shot myself down | |
| I shot myself down up | |
| It tears me apart | |
| She laps it all up | |
| It's all done with mirrors | |
| It's all done before | |
| And good comes from everything | |
| Bob Dylan's a | |
| Christian | |
| No one's succeeded | |
| To pull the stars out of the skies | |
| The way you did | |
| No one preceded | |
| In pulling lies out of her arse | |
| The way it is no | |
| Paint her with flowers | |
| Fill her with fluff | |
| Hope you make her shine | |
| Hope she shines for you | |
| Where I failed myself | |
| If he loves you more |
| zuo ci : Hunt | |
| Nobody matters and this is depressing me | |
| I know a strange one could change all of this | |
| But they two were lovers they | |
| Carry each other and | |
| No one on earth would explain | |
| But she' s found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I count my losses | |
| Cause all stars are horses and | |
| How such a weak friend could soften her heart | |
| But they two are lovers they carry each other | |
| And no one earth could complain it is that | |
| She' s found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I shot myself down | |
| I shot myself down up | |
| It tears me apart | |
| She laps it all up | |
| It' s all done with mirrors | |
| It' s all done before | |
| And good comes from everything | |
| Bob Dylan' s a | |
| Christian | |
| No one' s succeeded | |
| To pull the stars out of the skies | |
| The way you did | |
| No one preceded | |
| In pulling lies out of her arse | |
| The way it is no | |
| Paint her with flowers | |
| Fill her with fluff | |
| Hope you make her shine | |
| Hope she shines for you | |
| Where I failed myself | |
| If he loves you more |
| zuò cí : Hunt | |
| Nobody matters and this is depressing me | |
| I know a strange one could change all of this | |
| But they two were lovers they | |
| Carry each other and | |
| No one on earth would explain | |
| But she' s found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I count my losses | |
| Cause all stars are horses and | |
| How such a weak friend could soften her heart | |
| But they two are lovers they carry each other | |
| And no one earth could complain it is that | |
| She' s found another | |
| Some fool she claims who will love her | |
| So come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Come on and rain | |
| Take these and fall | |
| Over our bodies | |
| Come on and rain | |
| I shot myself down | |
| I shot myself down up | |
| It tears me apart | |
| She laps it all up | |
| It' s all done with mirrors | |
| It' s all done before | |
| And good comes from everything | |
| Bob Dylan' s a | |
| Christian | |
| No one' s succeeded | |
| To pull the stars out of the skies | |
| The way you did | |
| No one preceded | |
| In pulling lies out of her arse | |
| The way it is no | |
| Paint her with flowers | |
| Fill her with fluff | |
| Hope you make her shine | |
| Hope she shines for you | |
| Where I failed myself | |
| If he loves you more |