| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| They say you walk around | |
| As if a ghost had | |
| Crossed your path | |
| Or turned into a reading material | |
| As it happens to be chosen | |
| From the torn or taffeta | |
| You're frozen in the | |
| Contemplation of a win | |
| Ok maybe that was a little | |
| Heavy on the word play | |
| But as first thoughts go | |
| They were mostly to the right | |
| As you register an itch | |
| Or the thing that makes you sweat | |
| To accuse the weights | |
| And measures of a lie |
| zuo qu : Wagner | |
| They say you walk around | |
| As if a ghost had | |
| Crossed your path | |
| Or turned into a reading material | |
| As it happens to be chosen | |
| From the torn or taffeta | |
| You' re frozen in the | |
| Contemplation of a win | |
| Ok maybe that was a little | |
| Heavy on the word play | |
| But as first thoughts go | |
| They were mostly to the right | |
| As you register an itch | |
| Or the thing that makes you sweat | |
| To accuse the weights | |
| And measures of a lie |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| They say you walk around | |
| As if a ghost had | |
| Crossed your path | |
| Or turned into a reading material | |
| As it happens to be chosen | |
| From the torn or taffeta | |
| You' re frozen in the | |
| Contemplation of a win | |
| Ok maybe that was a little | |
| Heavy on the word play | |
| But as first thoughts go | |
| They were mostly to the right | |
| As you register an itch | |
| Or the thing that makes you sweat | |
| To accuse the weights | |
| And measures of a lie |