| Song | Amaranth the Peddler |
| Artist | Kayo Dot |
| Album | Dowsing Anemone With Copper Tongue |
| 作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
| A thunderbolt in the northern sky... | |
| ...and the roaring of a lion" | |
| Swept up by the downy wings of angels | |
| Made from a heaven-laden voice | |
| I float with all the weight of ether | |
| It pilots an aerie merchant ship | |
| Across the phantasmagoric main | |
| Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes | |
| Bequeath their secret entryways | |
| Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul | |
| But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne | |
| His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy | |
| It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn | |
| Even in a demon's troubled head | |
| He sells his wares to vampires | |
| In bottles cork'd by woe | |
| Dreams in liquid lift their eyes | |
| To Morpheus enthroned | |
| Upon a poppy field breathing | |
| Slight all alone | |
| Feather from a lofty wish | |
| Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth | |
| A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice | |
| "Alack, a purloined dream | |
| Again distills thy trembling eye! | |
| What mystery remaineth ever so? | |
| Amaranth, a curse doth write itself | |
| Upon thy spectral frame | |
| A thousand lives, a thousand days | |
| Disgraceth thus thy name! |
| zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
| A thunderbolt in the northern sky... | |
| ... and the roaring of a lion" | |
| Swept up by the downy wings of angels | |
| Made from a heavenladen voice | |
| I float with all the weight of ether | |
| It pilots an aerie merchant ship | |
| Across the phantasmagoric main | |
| Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes | |
| Bequeath their secret entryways | |
| Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul | |
| But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne | |
| His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy | |
| It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn | |
| Even in a demon' s troubled head | |
| He sells his wares to vampires | |
| In bottles cork' d by woe | |
| Dreams in liquid lift their eyes | |
| To Morpheus enthroned | |
| Upon a poppy field breathing | |
| Slight all alone | |
| Feather from a lofty wish | |
| Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth | |
| A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice | |
| " Alack, a purloined dream | |
| Again distills thy trembling eye! | |
| What mystery remaineth ever so? | |
| Amaranth, a curse doth write itself | |
| Upon thy spectral frame | |
| A thousand lives, a thousand days | |
| Disgraceth thus thy name! |