| Song | Nothing But A Blur From A Bullet Train |
| Artist | Lambchop |
| Album | Aw C'mon |
| 作曲 : Wagner | |
| Wearing a halo of mist | |
| Glowing pink and purple | |
| In the afternoon light | |
| A sprawling from a hub | |
| Gave way to patches of green | |
| The wine colored country | |
| Unfolded as we tumbled | |
| Into our rooms | |
| And our travel kinks | |
| Floated away | |
| As we stroked the sunrise | |
| Stained the lake a hazy pink | |
| With the jade tree green rivers | |
| Or the apple trees | |
| And the thought of wearing our sun screen | |
| And evergreens | |
| Are layered | |
| Like feathers | |
| At your feet | |
| Nothing but a blur from a bullet train | |
| A picturesque | |
| Old teahouse | |
| With a carp pond | |
| As trundled out of the tunnel | |
| As trundled out of the tunnel |
| zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
| Wearing a halo of mist | |
| Glowing pink and purple | |
| In the afternoon light | |
| A sprawling from a hub | |
| Gave way to patches of green | |
| The wine colored country | |
| Unfolded as we tumbled | |
| Into our rooms | |
| And our travel kinks | |
| Floated away | |
| As we stroked the sunrise | |
| Stained the lake a hazy pink | |
| With the jade tree green rivers | |
| Or the apple trees | |
| And the thought of wearing our sun screen | |
| And evergreens | |
| Are layered | |
| Like feathers | |
| At your feet | |
| Nothing but a blur from a bullet train | |
| A picturesque | |
| Old teahouse | |
| With a carp pond | |
| As trundled out of the tunnel | |
| As trundled out of the tunnel |