| Song | Iscarabaid |
| Artist | Sunny Day Real Estate |
| Album | LP2 |
| 作词 : Sunny Day Real Estate | |
| Now they're swerving when | |
| I giveAnd now it's turning away from my impression at all | |
| It's choleric months in baritone | |
| But waiting for the tide out | |
| Right in they're calling me | |
| Words at hiding are revoked | |
| But waiting for this | |
| I'll blend in the covering | |
| When it's tried, embarrass | |
| A late song in the late leaf | |
| Things will come anywhere | |
| Inside of me | |
| Outside of you | |
| Waiting closer to there | |
| I'd swear that goes with our dreams | |
| What's wrong with me | |
| Another side of you | |
| In every type a value | |
| But now it's turning away from my impression at all | |
| There was a time when running | |
| I went swimming | |
| And you pulled me to come back | |
| Long weeks hiding melody | |
| And now it's starting awake at my impression at all | |
| The clock strikes hope | |
| And time to bring | |
| But now it's turning into a beast like you | |
| I don't need them | |
| Light the way there | |
| Inside of me | |
| Outside of you | |
| Going closer to there | |
| And swear that you've seen better things | |
| Wipe the slate | |
| What am I to sing? | |
| Many clothes to borrow | |
| To quell that song |
| zuò cí : Sunny Day Real Estate | |
| Now they' re swerving when | |
| I giveAnd now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
| It' s choleric months in baritone | |
| But waiting for the tide out | |
| Right in they' re calling me | |
| Words at hiding are revoked | |
| But waiting for this | |
| I' ll blend in the covering | |
| When it' s tried, embarrass | |
| A late song in the late leaf | |
| Things will come anywhere | |
| Inside of me | |
| Outside of you | |
| Waiting closer to there | |
| I' d swear that goes with our dreams | |
| What' s wrong with me | |
| Another side of you | |
| In every type a value | |
| But now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
| There was a time when running | |
| I went swimming | |
| And you pulled me to come back | |
| Long weeks hiding melody | |
| And now it' s starting awake at my impression at all | |
| The clock strikes hope | |
| And time to bring | |
| But now it' s turning into a beast like you | |
| I don' t need them | |
| Light the way there | |
| Inside of me | |
| Outside of you | |
| Going closer to there | |
| And swear that you' ve seen better things | |
| Wipe the slate | |
| What am I to sing? | |
| Many clothes to borrow | |
| To quell that song |