| Song | Tiny Demons |
| Artist | Todd Rundgren |
| Album | Healing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rundgren | |
| One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
| Another one makes me smell things that aren't there | |
| And they know where to hide | |
| And they know everything that's inside | |
| Of my head | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
| Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
| And they won't ever leave | |
| But they won't show their faces to me | |
| And they wait 'til i feel | |
| Like they're gone and they jump out and steal | |
| My relief | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen for the sound | |
| That is not in the music | |
| Only you can hear it, | |
| Only you can use it | |
| It's the sound of someone breathing, | |
| It's the breath of life | |
| It's the sound that you are weaving | |
| With the thread of life | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen to the sound, | |
| Let nothing disturb you | |
| You are in a place | |
| Where nothing can hurt you | |
| If you feel a strange sensation, | |
| It can do no harm | |
| Like the spiral of creation, | |
| It will soon move on |
| zuo qu : Rundgren | |
| One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
| Another one makes me smell things that aren' t there | |
| And they know where to hide | |
| And they know everything that' s inside | |
| Of my head | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
| Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
| And they won' t ever leave | |
| But they won' t show their faces to me | |
| And they wait ' til i feel | |
| Like they' re gone and they jump out and steal | |
| My relief | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen for the sound | |
| That is not in the music | |
| Only you can hear it, | |
| Only you can use it | |
| It' s the sound of someone breathing, | |
| It' s the breath of life | |
| It' s the sound that you are weaving | |
| With the thread of life | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen to the sound, | |
| Let nothing disturb you | |
| You are in a place | |
| Where nothing can hurt you | |
| If you feel a strange sensation, | |
| It can do no harm | |
| Like the spiral of creation, | |
| It will soon move on |
| zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
| One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
| Another one makes me smell things that aren' t there | |
| And they know where to hide | |
| And they know everything that' s inside | |
| Of my head | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
| Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
| And they won' t ever leave | |
| But they won' t show their faces to me | |
| And they wait ' til i feel | |
| Like they' re gone and they jump out and steal | |
| My relief | |
| Tiny demons, inside me | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen for the sound | |
| That is not in the music | |
| Only you can hear it, | |
| Only you can use it | |
| It' s the sound of someone breathing, | |
| It' s the breath of life | |
| It' s the sound that you are weaving | |
| With the thread of life | |
| Listen, listen | |
| Listen to the sound, | |
| Let nothing disturb you | |
| You are in a place | |
| Where nothing can hurt you | |
| If you feel a strange sensation, | |
| It can do no harm | |
| Like the spiral of creation, | |
| It will soon move on |