| Song | Crystal Wrists |
| Artist | Peter Murphy |
| Album | Deep |
| 作词 : Murphy, Statham | |
| I can't see the light. | |
| I'm thrown in disgust | |
| They speak of feats... the housed forever | |
| A howling wind changed my course | |
| It blew me out of bounds so sore | |
| All the walls, all the walls that bound me | |
| Descending bleak and put upon | |
| I chew my cheeks to wake up from | |
| The vase grows bigger to my eyes | |
| These eyes that snigger and despise | |
| The wall grows taller up to doom | |
| Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust | |
| At how I fall to my worst | |
| Of course you say you don't understand | |
| Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands | |
| But clearly now, | |
| I tell you man | |
| That all I say | |
| Is all I can | |
| For I am nothing but my sin | |
| Until I learn to caste them in | |
| While young girls fangs and crystal wrists | |
| Wait patiently for me to twist | |
| I look away to distant rains | |
| To water falls and honey days | |
| And boys in black and blue rinse eyes | |
| Gaze whistly at my slender thighs | |
| I twist a shade to my right | |
| And spit at beelzebub on sight | |
| And go on loving all | |
| I see For here | |
| I live on patiently | |
| Clearly now, | |
| I tell you man | |
| That all I say | |
| Is all I can | |
| For I am nothing but my sin | |
| Until I learn to caste them in |
| zuò cí : Murphy, Statham | |
| I can' t see the light. | |
| I' m thrown in disgust | |
| They speak of feats... the housed forever | |
| A howling wind changed my course | |
| It blew me out of bounds so sore | |
| All the walls, all the walls that bound me | |
| Descending bleak and put upon | |
| I chew my cheeks to wake up from | |
| The vase grows bigger to my eyes | |
| These eyes that snigger and despise | |
| The wall grows taller up to doom | |
| Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust | |
| At how I fall to my worst | |
| Of course you say you don' t understand | |
| Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands | |
| But clearly now, | |
| I tell you man | |
| That all I say | |
| Is all I can | |
| For I am nothing but my sin | |
| Until I learn to caste them in | |
| While young girls fangs and crystal wrists | |
| Wait patiently for me to twist | |
| I look away to distant rains | |
| To water falls and honey days | |
| And boys in black and blue rinse eyes | |
| Gaze whistly at my slender thighs | |
| I twist a shade to my right | |
| And spit at beelzebub on sight | |
| And go on loving all | |
| I see For here | |
| I live on patiently | |
| Clearly now, | |
| I tell you man | |
| That all I say | |
| Is all I can | |
| For I am nothing but my sin | |
| Until I learn to caste them in |