| Song | Patiently Waiting For Summer |
| Artist | Thought Industry |
| Album | Mods Carve The Pig: Assassins, Toads, And God's Flesh |
| 作词 : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Here's my garden. | |
| Rowed lilacs drip purple. | |
| Crane park's slick dawn dew. | |
| Twilight. | |
| Clock's twenty past four. | |
| Packed five vitamin | |
| C blot Akbar gushing . | |
| Brian climb soda need, | |
| Chuck, Chris, and | |
| Colin. Apple trees stiff swirling circles. | |
| You are me are more than perfect. | |
| Darling don't erase my blood. | |
| Here's my garden. | |
| Zoo glare pond snapping. | |
| Cricket's night opera. | |
| Moths float teasing possums. | |
| Mice jest herons hysterical syrup slow. | |
| Sleep cream siamese scratch walls. | |
| Girls, I don't care. | |
| Mog the cat, and marble quarry. | |
| You and me should quick get married. | |
| For I believe in no god; and no god believes in me. | |
| Kiss me, all right. | |
| Jane tastes spiced and learned red wine. | |
| Hug me precious, our family picnics near. | |
| Pass malt juice. | |
| Clutz spill on | |
| K-zoo. Here's my garden. | |
| Grass to toll tar pillars. | |
| Melted lanes reflect gins berg benches money. | |
| Ukraine sculpture paisley gasoline. west edge hill stars burrow down. | |
| Suburb driving stealth headlights off. | |
| You and me should burn our clothing, for | |
| I retreat from no god; and no god retreats from me. | |
| Why? I lust july's sun. |
| zuò cí : Donaldson, Enzio, Lee, Oberlin | |
| Here' s my garden. | |
| Rowed lilacs drip purple. | |
| Crane park' s slick dawn dew. | |
| Twilight. | |
| Clock' s twenty past four. | |
| Packed five vitamin | |
| C blot Akbar gushing . | |
| Brian climb soda need, | |
| Chuck, Chris, and | |
| Colin. Apple trees stiff swirling circles. | |
| You are me are more than perfect. | |
| Darling don' t erase my blood. | |
| Here' s my garden. | |
| Zoo glare pond snapping. | |
| Cricket' s night opera. | |
| Moths float teasing possums. | |
| Mice jest herons hysterical syrup slow. | |
| Sleep cream siamese scratch walls. | |
| Girls, I don' t care. | |
| Mog the cat, and marble quarry. | |
| You and me should quick get married. | |
| For I believe in no god and no god believes in me. | |
| Kiss me, all right. | |
| Jane tastes spiced and learned red wine. | |
| Hug me precious, our family picnics near. | |
| Pass malt juice. | |
| Clutz spill on | |
| Kzoo. Here' s my garden. | |
| Grass to toll tar pillars. | |
| Melted lanes reflect gins berg benches money. | |
| Ukraine sculpture paisley gasoline. west edge hill stars burrow down. | |
| Suburb driving stealth headlights off. | |
| You and me should burn our clothing, for | |
| I retreat from no god and no god retreats from me. | |
| Why? I lust july' s sun. |