| Song | Russian Hill |
| Artist | Jellyfish |
| Album | Spilt Milk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jellyfish | |
| I dreamt about a tranquil | |
| Sunday drive | |
| A sensory lullaby | |
| We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
| For pistons and gasoline | |
| We see the road from the bedside | |
| Parked under the sunshine | |
| We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
| And take it to the motorway | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| Past cathedrals filled with | |
| God's favorite guests | |
| Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
| Sunday best | |
| Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
| Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
| Only Eden is for millionaires | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| I'm pulling through the last stoplight | |
| We head home past the shoreline | |
| And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
| Til we're helpless | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play (We're hopeless) | |
| We shift the gears for years and age a single day (It fades away) | |
| For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
| A dream fulfilled on | |
| Russian Hill |
| zuo ci : Jellyfish | |
| I dreamt about a tranquil | |
| Sunday drive | |
| A sensory lullaby | |
| We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
| For pistons and gasoline | |
| We see the road from the bedside | |
| Parked under the sunshine | |
| We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
| And take it to the motorway | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces it' s fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| Past cathedrals filled with | |
| God' s favorite guests | |
| Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
| Sunday best | |
| Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
| Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
| Only Eden is for millionaires | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| I' m pulling through the last stoplight | |
| We head home past the shoreline | |
| And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
| Til we' re helpless | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play We' re hopeless | |
| We shift the gears for years and age a single day It fades away | |
| For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
| A dream fulfilled on | |
| Russian Hill |
| zuò cí : Jellyfish | |
| I dreamt about a tranquil | |
| Sunday drive | |
| A sensory lullaby | |
| We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
| For pistons and gasoline | |
| We see the road from the bedside | |
| Parked under the sunshine | |
| We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
| And take it to the motorway | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces it' s fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| Past cathedrals filled with | |
| God' s favorite guests | |
| Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
| Sunday best | |
| Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
| Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
| Only Eden is for millionaires | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
| Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
| Until we spill onto | |
| Russian Hill | |
| I' m pulling through the last stoplight | |
| We head home past the shoreline | |
| And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
| Til we' re helpless | |
| Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play We' re hopeless | |
| We shift the gears for years and age a single day It fades away | |
| For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
| A dream fulfilled on | |
| Russian Hill |