| Song | Daughters |
| Artist | Wild Beasts |
| Album | Present Tense |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wild Beasts | |
| 作词 : Wild Beasts | |
| i'm taping up the windows and the doors | |
| i'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor | |
| eyes like fire | |
| a tempest in the water | |
| eyes like mine | |
| a temper like your mother's | |
| daughter, please | |
| it's me | |
| tell me what you've seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men's voices screaming | |
| and soon we'll see | |
| what you really mean | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain | |
| she's walking through the cracks in the walls | |
| she's walking across the chicken bones on the floor | |
| just a little girl | |
| and jesus was a woman | |
| just a little girl | |
| and lot who knew his daughters | |
| daughter, please | |
| it's me | |
| tell me what you've seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men's voices screaming | |
| and soon we'll sleep | |
| in pieces on the street | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain |
| zuo qu : Wild Beasts | |
| zuo ci : Wild Beasts | |
| i' m taping up the windows and the doors | |
| i' m nailing all my pretty things to the floor | |
| eyes like fire | |
| a tempest in the water | |
| eyes like mine | |
| a temper like your mother' s | |
| daughter, please | |
| it' s me | |
| tell me what you' ve seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men' s voices screaming | |
| and soon we' ll see | |
| what you really mean | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain | |
| she' s walking through the cracks in the walls | |
| she' s walking across the chicken bones on the floor | |
| just a little girl | |
| and jesus was a woman | |
| just a little girl | |
| and lot who knew his daughters | |
| daughter, please | |
| it' s me | |
| tell me what you' ve seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men' s voices screaming | |
| and soon we' ll sleep | |
| in pieces on the street | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain |
| zuò qǔ : Wild Beasts | |
| zuò cí : Wild Beasts | |
| i' m taping up the windows and the doors | |
| i' m nailing all my pretty things to the floor | |
| eyes like fire | |
| a tempest in the water | |
| eyes like mine | |
| a temper like your mother' s | |
| daughter, please | |
| it' s me | |
| tell me what you' ve seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men' s voices screaming | |
| and soon we' ll see | |
| what you really mean | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain | |
| she' s walking through the cracks in the walls | |
| she' s walking across the chicken bones on the floor | |
| just a little girl | |
| and jesus was a woman | |
| just a little girl | |
| and lot who knew his daughters | |
| daughter, please | |
| it' s me | |
| tell me what you' ve seen | |
| daughter, please | |
| spare me | |
| old men' s voices screaming | |
| and soon we' ll sleep | |
| in pieces on the street | |
| all the pretty children sharpening their blades | |
| where my daughter passes only ruins remain |