| Song | Young Shields |
| Artist | Casiotone for the Painfully Alone |
| Album | Young Shields |
| 作曲 : Ashworth | |
| there's a shield around us | |
| it's invisible & soundless | |
| & we drink too much & xxxx too soon | |
| smoke cigarettes in rented rooms | |
| we quit our jobs & shoot the moon | |
| & cut our wrists & sleep til noon | |
| there's a shield around us | |
| we're invincible & boundless | |
| & we're on the run from I don't know | |
| we're Patty Hearst & Squeaky Fromme | |
| asleep on subways far from home | |
| you'd think we'd never seen a comb | |
| sent a letter to Mom & Dad | |
| Mom & Dad the money's running out | |
| got a letter from Mom & Dad | |
| they didn't send me anything | |
| there's a shield around us | |
| we are heady we are groundless | |
| & we burn our friends & kill their names | |
| build insecure & petty fames | |
| & tattoo things that we believe | |
| stars & skulls & hearts in half-sleeves | |
| there's a shield around us | |
| tell me how is it you've found us | |
| cause we hide our tracks & watch the ground | |
| our footfalls they don't make a sound | |
| we've cursed the names of our hometowns | |
| we're compassless & nowhere bound | |
| sent a letter to Mom & Dad | |
| Mom & Dad the money's running out | |
| got a letter from Mom & Dad | |
| I swear to God they don't get me at all |
| zuò qǔ : Ashworth | |
| there' s a shield around us | |
| it' s invisible soundless | |
| we drink too much xxxx too soon | |
| smoke cigarettes in rented rooms | |
| we quit our jobs shoot the moon | |
| cut our wrists sleep til noon | |
| there' s a shield around us | |
| we' re invincible boundless | |
| we' re on the run from I don' t know | |
| we' re Patty Hearst Squeaky Fromme | |
| asleep on subways far from home | |
| you' d think we' d never seen a comb | |
| sent a letter to Mom Dad | |
| Mom Dad the money' s running out | |
| got a letter from Mom Dad | |
| they didn' t send me anything | |
| there' s a shield around us | |
| we are heady we are groundless | |
| we burn our friends kill their names | |
| build insecure petty fames | |
| tattoo things that we believe | |
| stars skulls hearts in halfsleeves | |
| there' s a shield around us | |
| tell me how is it you' ve found us | |
| cause we hide our tracks watch the ground | |
| our footfalls they don' t make a sound | |
| we' ve cursed the names of our hometowns | |
| we' re compassless nowhere bound | |
| sent a letter to Mom Dad | |
| Mom Dad the money' s running out | |
| got a letter from Mom Dad | |
| I swear to God they don' t get me at all |