| Song | Gloves |
| Artist | The Horrors |
| Album | Strange House |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Horrors |
| [00:02.05] | Album:Strange House |
| [00:02.86] | |
| [00:21.52] | Today I found a baby's glove |
| [00:25.30] | |
| [00:28.30] | Lying on the drainage board so still |
| [00:33.35] | |
| [00:35.17] | Yesterday a leather glove |
| [00:38.66] | |
| [00:42.28] | from the slim hand of a woman |
| [00:46.27] | |
| [00:49.21] | The next time I saw one it was lying |
| [00:53.76] | half frozen and twisted on the kerb |
| [00:57.25] | |
| [00:58.32] | and I take |
| [01:00.12] | |
| [01:09.05] | Now I have my own private collection |
| [01:13.10] | |
| [01:15.79] | All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors |
| [01:20.90] | |
| [01:22.53] | Now I have no room for my obsession |
| [01:28.33] | |
| [01:29.45] | Lined up and labelled in neat little packets |
| [01:33.51] | |
| [01:36.38] | The next time I saw one it stuck |
| [01:40.56] | inside my head and became all that I |
| [01:45.93] | could think about |
| [01:48.61] | |
| [01:52.67] | I took throught problems. |
| [01:55.29] | |
| [02:05.96] | A hand through my ribcage |
| [02:08.77] | Past the choking I saw palms |
| [02:11.52] | and fingers grasping shoulders... |
| [02:14.13] | collarbone...crushing |
| [02:16.63] | I imagined myself hacking desperately |
| [02:18.97] | at a sea of appendages, |
| [02:19.90] | forward and right, |
| [02:22.59] | freeing myself like a butcher, |
| [02:25.03] | feeling the mash of bone |
| [02:26.77] | and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... |
| [02:31.39] | and I couldn't take it any more, |
| [02:33.88] | I said, I've got to go, |
| [02:35.82] | I've got to get out of here, |
| [02:37.63] | I've got to go, |
| [02:38.38] | and I ran down the street, |
| [02:40.93] | I've got to go, |
| [02:42.37] | I've got to get out of here, |
| [02:44.12] | I've got to go.. . |
| [02:45.80] | I've got to go |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Horrors |
| [00:02.05] | Album: Strange House |
| [00:02.86] | |
| [00:21.52] | Today I found a baby' s glove |
| [00:25.30] | |
| [00:28.30] | Lying on the drainage board so still |
| [00:33.35] | |
| [00:35.17] | Yesterday a leather glove |
| [00:38.66] | |
| [00:42.28] | from the slim hand of a woman |
| [00:46.27] | |
| [00:49.21] | The next time I saw one it was lying |
| [00:53.76] | half frozen and twisted on the kerb |
| [00:57.25] | |
| [00:58.32] | and I take |
| [01:00.12] | |
| [01:09.05] | Now I have my own private collection |
| [01:13.10] | |
| [01:15.79] | All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors |
| [01:20.90] | |
| [01:22.53] | Now I have no room for my obsession |
| [01:28.33] | |
| [01:29.45] | Lined up and labelled in neat little packets |
| [01:33.51] | |
| [01:36.38] | The next time I saw one it stuck |
| [01:40.56] | inside my head and became all that I |
| [01:45.93] | could think about |
| [01:48.61] | |
| [01:52.67] | I took throught problems. |
| [01:55.29] | |
| [02:05.96] | A hand through my ribcage |
| [02:08.77] | Past the choking I saw palms |
| [02:11.52] | and fingers grasping shoulders... |
| [02:14.13] | collarbone... crushing |
| [02:16.63] | I imagined myself hacking desperately |
| [02:18.97] | at a sea of appendages, |
| [02:19.90] | forward and right, |
| [02:22.59] | freeing myself like a butcher, |
| [02:25.03] | feeling the mash of bone |
| [02:26.77] | and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... |
| [02:31.39] | and I couldn' t take it any more, |
| [02:33.88] | I said, I' ve got to go, |
| [02:35.82] | I' ve got to get out of here, |
| [02:37.63] | I' ve got to go, |
| [02:38.38] | and I ran down the street, |
| [02:40.93] | I' ve got to go, |
| [02:42.37] | I' ve got to get out of here, |
| [02:44.12] | I' ve got to go.. . |
| [02:45.80] | I' ve got to go |