| Song | August Closing His Mouth After a Long Summer's Yawn |
| Artist | Jason Webley |
| Album | Viaje |
| 作曲 : Webley | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Send all the children over now, red rover | |
| Well, I guess the world stopped spinning | |
| When supply somehow met demand | |
| An uncashed paycheck in my pocket | |
| And atom bombs in Pakistan | |
| Now I'm sitting on a bus | |
| A shade too tired to be annoyed | |
| While two human avocados | |
| A shade too loudly discuss Freud | |
| That's okay, the experts say | |
| 'Cause at least the air is clearer now | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Waiting in a field of nine-leaf clovers | |
| Sipping tea in an oasis | |
| While we watch the desert spread | |
| And we're counting on our virtues | |
| 'Cause it's too hard to count the dead | |
| There's a pretty girl beside me | |
| Think she wants to hold my hand | |
| But she's speaking in a tongue | |
| I think I'll never understand | |
| But that's okay, the experts say | |
| 'Cause at least the air is clearer now | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| We had our chances to be fighters | |
| Now we're burned-out twenty-something poetry writers | |
| Yeah, I guess we all can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Guess there's nothing really left to do | |
| But seal our eyes and nostrils up with glue | |
| And observe the sticky residue that's all that's left of me and... |
| zuò qǔ : Webley | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Send all the children over now, red rover | |
| Well, I guess the world stopped spinning | |
| When supply somehow met demand | |
| An uncashed paycheck in my pocket | |
| And atom bombs in Pakistan | |
| Now I' m sitting on a bus | |
| A shade too tired to be annoyed | |
| While two human avocados | |
| A shade too loudly discuss Freud | |
| That' s okay, the experts say | |
| ' Cause at least the air is clearer now | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Waiting in a field of nineleaf clovers | |
| Sipping tea in an oasis | |
| While we watch the desert spread | |
| And we' re counting on our virtues | |
| ' Cause it' s too hard to count the dead | |
| There' s a pretty girl beside me | |
| Think she wants to hold my hand | |
| But she' s speaking in a tongue | |
| I think I' ll never understand | |
| But that' s okay, the experts say | |
| ' Cause at least the air is clearer now | |
| I think that we can breathe now, the world is over | |
| We had our chances to be fighters | |
| Now we' re burnedout twentysomething poetry writers | |
| Yeah, I guess we all can breathe now, the world is over | |
| Guess there' s nothing really left to do | |
| But seal our eyes and nostrils up with glue | |
| And observe the sticky residue that' s all that' s left of me and... |