| Song | Ode To Serotonin |
| Artist | Nightmare of You |
| Album | Nightmare of You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
| The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
| With bees buzzing | |
| They're sucking nectar from a flower | |
| And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
| We'd smile blinkingly | |
| Laughing till we're gagging violently | |
| Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love! | |
| I'm utterly depraved, let's do it on your terrace | |
| And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
| Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
| Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
| We're meant symmetrically! | |
| And hand in hand we're strolling gorgeously | |
| Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love! | |
| Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure that this could be love... |
| zuo qu : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
| The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
| With bees buzzing | |
| They' re sucking nectar from a flower | |
| And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
| We' d smile blinkingly | |
| Laughing till we' re gagging violently | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
| I' m utterly depraved, let' s do it on your terrace | |
| And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
| Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
| Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
| We' re meant symmetrically! | |
| And hand in hand we' re strolling gorgeously | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure that this could be love... |
| zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
| Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
| The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
| With bees buzzing | |
| They' re sucking nectar from a flower | |
| And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
| We' d smile blinkingly | |
| Laughing till we' re gagging violently | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
| I' m utterly depraved, let' s do it on your terrace | |
| And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
| Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
| Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
| We' re meant symmetrically! | |
| And hand in hand we' re strolling gorgeously | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
| Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure that this could be love... |