| Song | Colly Strings |
| Artist | Manchester Orchestra |
| Album | I'm Like A Virgin Losing A Child |
| 作曲 : Hull | |
| Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind | |
| Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes | |
| I lost your presence underneath the bridge | |
| Lock the door, let's talk it out | |
| Against the wall, hands on my mouth | |
| Could this be it, is it really over now? | |
| You wore a pink | |
| T-shirt and khaki pants | |
| You played your songs and you danced your dance | |
| I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet | |
| Nine to eleven you're getting weak | |
| The tile is cold, | |
| I can barely speak | |
| And I think she's gone, but | |
| I'll be sure for safety's keeping | |
| If you say no, then no it will be | |
| I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings | |
| Just play it cool, yeah, and try to avoid being seen | |
| I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing | |
| Well, yeah, | |
| I saw inside the mirror your smoking gun[Incomprehensible], the subscribing one by one | |
| And I fell so fast in | |
| Sufat's bedroom | |
| You said, you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing | |
| Your eyes are on the living room, your eyes are on the closet | |
| Don't worry about, don't worry about anything | |
| A pity invitation to an awkward house | |
| For pseudo-boy that would rather wear a blouse | |
| I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time | |
| My curly hair and a voting booth | |
| Confessingly, this is the first time | |
| I've loved you | |
| And God I mean, | |
| God I mean it, | |
| I hope that | |
| I mean it' | |
| Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me | |
| Well, don't stop calling, you're the reason | |
| I love losing sleep | |
| And the building collapse, we'll shop one, we'll shop one for something | |
| I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for something | |
| Besides, don't release me until it's over | |
| Besides, you can't believe without fear | |
| Besides, you can't believe without fear |
| zuò qǔ : Hull | |
| Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind | |
| Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes | |
| I lost your presence underneath the bridge | |
| Lock the door, let' s talk it out | |
| Against the wall, hands on my mouth | |
| Could this be it, is it really over now? | |
| You wore a pink | |
| Tshirt and khaki pants | |
| You played your songs and you danced your dance | |
| I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet | |
| Nine to eleven you' re getting weak | |
| The tile is cold, | |
| I can barely speak | |
| And I think she' s gone, but | |
| I' ll be sure for safety' s keeping | |
| If you say no, then no it will be | |
| I' ll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings | |
| Just play it cool, yeah, and try to avoid being seen | |
| I' ll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing | |
| Well, yeah, | |
| I saw inside the mirror your smoking gun Incomprehensible, the subscribing one by one | |
| And I fell so fast in | |
| Sufat' s bedroom | |
| You said, you saw it coming but you didn' t see nothing | |
| Your eyes are on the living room, your eyes are on the closet | |
| Don' t worry about, don' t worry about anything | |
| A pity invitation to an awkward house | |
| For pseudoboy that would rather wear a blouse | |
| I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time | |
| My curly hair and a voting booth | |
| Confessingly, this is the first time | |
| I' ve loved you | |
| And God I mean, | |
| God I mean it, | |
| I hope that | |
| I mean it' | |
| Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me | |
| Well, don' t stop calling, you' re the reason | |
| I love losing sleep | |
| And the building collapse, we' ll shop one, we' ll shop one for something | |
| I' ll stick it at our skin, pierced for something | |
| Besides, don' t release me until it' s over | |
| Besides, you can' t believe without fear | |
| Besides, you can' t believe without fear |