| Song | Royal Swan |
| Artist | Fucked Up |
| Album | The Chemistry Of Common Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : 10, Mr. Jo | |
| Feathers collect from the milk and the bones of the dead, | |
| Expressions of lives passed away live on in their debt, | |
| The journey begins from the tail of a swan at the end, | |
| Tributes below color spaces above and the sun, | |
| The weight of the world is measured in cells and specks that collect, | |
| The foundation compels the ladders of life to reflect and upraise, | |
| Reflections of prey charge the predator's gaze, | |
| Wearing the face of the quarry, it takes the swan, | |
| Shows the blood as a mask on its face, | |
| Expressing the water and milk in embrace, | |
| And the sun the flames of life extinguish | |
| And fire to impel the distinguished | |
| Beyond the expired the spark is renewed | |
| As the torch is propelled, the swan song crescendo to bid death farewell, | |
| The journey ends with a swan at the top, | |
| The earth facing the sky as the ultimate sum of the lives | |
| That it chose to survive and shine | |
| Back at the sun to take the world between your bill(To leave enough and have your fill) | |
| To leave the water but drink the milk(To spin the wool with silk) | |
| To be a royal swan |
| zuo qu : 10, Mr. Jo | |
| Feathers collect from the milk and the bones of the dead, | |
| Expressions of lives passed away live on in their debt, | |
| The journey begins from the tail of a swan at the end, | |
| Tributes below color spaces above and the sun, | |
| The weight of the world is measured in cells and specks that collect, | |
| The foundation compels the ladders of life to reflect and upraise, | |
| Reflections of prey charge the predator' s gaze, | |
| Wearing the face of the quarry, it takes the swan, | |
| Shows the blood as a mask on its face, | |
| Expressing the water and milk in embrace, | |
| And the sun the flames of life extinguish | |
| And fire to impel the distinguished | |
| Beyond the expired the spark is renewed | |
| As the torch is propelled, the swan song crescendo to bid death farewell, | |
| The journey ends with a swan at the top, | |
| The earth facing the sky as the ultimate sum of the lives | |
| That it chose to survive and shine | |
| Back at the sun to take the world between your bill To leave enough and have your fill | |
| To leave the water but drink the milk To spin the wool with silk | |
| To be a royal swan |
| zuò qǔ : 10, Mr. Jo | |
| Feathers collect from the milk and the bones of the dead, | |
| Expressions of lives passed away live on in their debt, | |
| The journey begins from the tail of a swan at the end, | |
| Tributes below color spaces above and the sun, | |
| The weight of the world is measured in cells and specks that collect, | |
| The foundation compels the ladders of life to reflect and upraise, | |
| Reflections of prey charge the predator' s gaze, | |
| Wearing the face of the quarry, it takes the swan, | |
| Shows the blood as a mask on its face, | |
| Expressing the water and milk in embrace, | |
| And the sun the flames of life extinguish | |
| And fire to impel the distinguished | |
| Beyond the expired the spark is renewed | |
| As the torch is propelled, the swan song crescendo to bid death farewell, | |
| The journey ends with a swan at the top, | |
| The earth facing the sky as the ultimate sum of the lives | |
| That it chose to survive and shine | |
| Back at the sun to take the world between your bill To leave enough and have your fill | |
| To leave the water but drink the milk To spin the wool with silk | |
| To be a royal swan |