| Song | Dry Lips |
| Artist | Lightspeed Champion |
| Album | Falling Off The Lavender Bridge |
| 作曲 : Hynes | |
| So now I'm holding in my sides, and my bags are over spilling, this leads me to think. | |
| My guts have started to boil, and my stomach keeps on spinning. thank you, my friends. | |
| The next stop is not echo park so I've shut my eyes, I'll pretend instead. | |
| You don't have to tell me this is wrong. | |
| I know, but I can't erase two years of my life. | |
| Even in my dreams if you turn up I'm unhappy. | |
| I take a step, and carve all the horns. The wings are trapped in the door, | |
| I sure feel the spit. | |
| And everyone is staring,it's all so overwhelming, if they didn't look would I still complain. | |
| of course, I would. | |
| A disquieting pre-occupation, the keys to a nightmare which I taped, | |
| and made sure I watched daily. | |
| This required a careful touch and a swinging chain. | |
| Put the salty water in my broken wounds.... | |
| Tell her I give up, he's won | |
| I have lost all my humanity | |
| Tell her I give up | |
| I give this planet another ten years | |
| Sarah, my sweet | |
| Sarah, my treat | |
| Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her | |
| Tell her, tell here |
| zuò qǔ : Hynes | |
| So now I' m holding in my sides, and my bags are over spilling, this leads me to think. | |
| My guts have started to boil, and my stomach keeps on spinning. thank you, my friends. | |
| The next stop is not echo park so I' ve shut my eyes, I' ll pretend instead. | |
| You don' t have to tell me this is wrong. | |
| I know, but I can' t erase two years of my life. | |
| Even in my dreams if you turn up I' m unhappy. | |
| I take a step, and carve all the horns. The wings are trapped in the door, | |
| I sure feel the spit. | |
| And everyone is staring, it' s all so overwhelming, if they didn' t look would I still complain. | |
| of course, I would. | |
| A disquieting preoccupation, the keys to a nightmare which I taped, | |
| and made sure I watched daily. | |
| This required a careful touch and a swinging chain. | |
| Put the salty water in my broken wounds.... | |
| Tell her I give up, he' s won | |
| I have lost all my humanity | |
| Tell her I give up | |
| I give this planet another ten years | |
| Sarah, my sweet | |
| Sarah, my treat | |
| Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her | |
| Tell her, tell here |