| Song | The Manifold Curiosity |
| Artist | Kayo Dot |
| Album | Choirs Of The Eye |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
| It never hurt this much before, | |
| And I feel | |
| I'm courting | |
| Saturn. The | |
| Twelve-Eyed | |
| Secret gazes through a prism, | |
| Staring into raindrops swirling slow | |
| It lifts its horrible heads | |
| With lidless orbs of limitless vision. | |
| I dream with fluid movements in a lake | |
| The ripples cast from skipping stones | |
| We speak below a gushing mind, | |
| Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box | |
| Full of Worms and stalking shadows. | |
| Magnetism draws me to a cone of space; | |
| I sift still through hours of its plasma, | |
| Biding time until the clocks collapse. | |
| Music shattered my spine on the steps outside; | |
| I cannot move; my liquid breathing | |
| Is sculpted with this binding gel. | |
| But come, my love, and rescue me | |
| From failure. | |
| Cover me with an opium sheet, | |
| Embrace me with gossamer; | |
| Kiss the moonstones from my eyes | |
| And brush the cobwebs from my bones. | |
| It all sings beautifully; | |
| With all your strength believe this. | |
| But I know you can't understand | |
| Why I threw myself from the glass again. |
| zuo qu : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
| It never hurt this much before, | |
| And I feel | |
| I' m courting | |
| Saturn. The | |
| TwelveEyed | |
| Secret gazes through a prism, | |
| Staring into raindrops swirling slow | |
| It lifts its horrible heads | |
| With lidless orbs of limitless vision. | |
| I dream with fluid movements in a lake | |
| The ripples cast from skipping stones | |
| We speak below a gushing mind, | |
| Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box | |
| Full of Worms and stalking shadows. | |
| Magnetism draws me to a cone of space | |
| I sift still through hours of its plasma, | |
| Biding time until the clocks collapse. | |
| Music shattered my spine on the steps outside | |
| I cannot move my liquid breathing | |
| Is sculpted with this binding gel. | |
| But come, my love, and rescue me | |
| From failure. | |
| Cover me with an opium sheet, | |
| Embrace me with gossamer | |
| Kiss the moonstones from my eyes | |
| And brush the cobwebs from my bones. | |
| It all sings beautifully | |
| With all your strength believe this. | |
| But I know you can' t understand | |
| Why I threw myself from the glass again. |
| zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot | |
| It never hurt this much before, | |
| And I feel | |
| I' m courting | |
| Saturn. The | |
| TwelveEyed | |
| Secret gazes through a prism, | |
| Staring into raindrops swirling slow | |
| It lifts its horrible heads | |
| With lidless orbs of limitless vision. | |
| I dream with fluid movements in a lake | |
| The ripples cast from skipping stones | |
| We speak below a gushing mind, | |
| Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box | |
| Full of Worms and stalking shadows. | |
| Magnetism draws me to a cone of space | |
| I sift still through hours of its plasma, | |
| Biding time until the clocks collapse. | |
| Music shattered my spine on the steps outside | |
| I cannot move my liquid breathing | |
| Is sculpted with this binding gel. | |
| But come, my love, and rescue me | |
| From failure. | |
| Cover me with an opium sheet, | |
| Embrace me with gossamer | |
| Kiss the moonstones from my eyes | |
| And brush the cobwebs from my bones. | |
| It all sings beautifully | |
| With all your strength believe this. | |
| But I know you can' t understand | |
| Why I threw myself from the glass again. |