| Song | Silently Passing |
| Artist | The Reptones |
| Album | Painkillers & Wine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bo Bech Arvin/Kim Heibon | |
| 作曲 : Bo Bech Arvin/Kim Heibon | |
| Pass me the butter and give me the weather | |
| Sunny or cloudy my ears turn to leather | |
| This is my private Guantanamo | |
| I’m in an avalanche under the snow | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| Pass me the water and give me the sea | |
| With an old pirate’s chest and big golden key | |
| To your infinite business ideas | |
| I am tapping the table, I can’t wait for years | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street |
| zuo ci : Bo Bech Arvin Kim Heibon | |
| zuo qu : Bo Bech Arvin Kim Heibon | |
| Pass me the butter and give me the weather | |
| Sunny or cloudy my ears turn to leather | |
| This is my private Guantanamo | |
| I' m in an avalanche under the snow | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| Pass me the water and give me the sea | |
| With an old pirate' s chest and big golden key | |
| To your infinite business ideas | |
| I am tapping the table, I can' t wait for years | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street |
| zuò cí : Bo Bech Arvin Kim Heibon | |
| zuò qǔ : Bo Bech Arvin Kim Heibon | |
| Pass me the butter and give me the weather | |
| Sunny or cloudy my ears turn to leather | |
| This is my private Guantanamo | |
| I' m in an avalanche under the snow | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| Pass me the water and give me the sea | |
| With an old pirate' s chest and big golden key | |
| To your infinite business ideas | |
| I am tapping the table, I can' t wait for years | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street | |
| I curse my cowardly tip-toeing feet | |
| You talk about nothing, I answer the same | |
| Smoke from a fire with a long dying flame | |
| Silently passing a friend in the street |