| Song | Bipolar Summer |
| Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
| Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| Well there's a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
| It's the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
| Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
| Well they're drinking in the aisles to the good friends they've lost | |
| And the conductor with the voice so true | |
| Says "I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
| Well I did too | |
| Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
| We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
| Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
| I'm think I'm beginning, man, to understand | |
| That we're all some mothers babies once | |
| We're all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the sun so shady | |
| And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
| Oh I got magazines and gin | |
| I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
| Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
| Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
| The ink-spot sky pulling me under | |
| Under we go | |
| We're all some mothers babies once | |
| We're all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the park so shady |
| zuo qu : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| Well there' s a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
| It' s the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
| Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
| Well they' re drinking in the aisles to the good friends they' ve lost | |
| And the conductor with the voice so true | |
| Says " I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
| Well I did too | |
| Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
| We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
| Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
| I' m think I' m beginning, man, to understand | |
| That we' re all some mothers babies once | |
| We' re all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the sun so shady | |
| And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
| Oh I got magazines and gin | |
| I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
| Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
| Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
| The inkspot sky pulling me under | |
| Under we go | |
| We' re all some mothers babies once | |
| We' re all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the park so shady |
| zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
| Well there' s a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
| It' s the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
| Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
| Well they' re drinking in the aisles to the good friends they' ve lost | |
| And the conductor with the voice so true | |
| Says " I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
| Well I did too | |
| Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
| We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
| Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
| I' m think I' m beginning, man, to understand | |
| That we' re all some mothers babies once | |
| We' re all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the sun so shady | |
| And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
| Oh I got magazines and gin | |
| I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
| Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
| Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
| The inkspot sky pulling me under | |
| Under we go | |
| We' re all some mothers babies once | |
| We' re all some mothers babies | |
| And the pigeons climb down over us | |
| In the sun in the park so shady |