| Song | Night Still Comes |
| Artist | Neko Case |
| Album | Truckdriver Gladiator Mule |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Neko Case | |
| My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, | |
| A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh. | |
| But now, not even the masons know | |
| What drug will keep night from coming. | |
| There are so many tools that are made for my hands. | |
| But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand. | |
| And there's always someone to say it's easy for me, | |
| But I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There's nothing you can say to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can't hold it. | |
| Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl? | |
| If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle? | |
| I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more. | |
| Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest | |
| A boreal feast, let it finish me, please. | |
| Cause I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There's nothing you can do to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can't own it. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle. | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... |
| zuo qu : Neko Case | |
| My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, | |
| A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh. | |
| But now, not even the masons know | |
| What drug will keep night from coming. | |
| There are so many tools that are made for my hands. | |
| But the tide smashes all my bestlaid plans to sand. | |
| And there' s always someone to say it' s easy for me, | |
| But I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There' s nothing you can say to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can' t hold it. | |
| Did they poison my food? Is it cause I' m a girl? | |
| If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle? | |
| I' m gonna go where my urge leads no more. | |
| Swallowed, waistdeep, in the gore of the forest | |
| A boreal feast, let it finish me, please. | |
| Cause I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There' s nothing you can do to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can' t own it. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle. | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... |
| zuò qǔ : Neko Case | |
| My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, | |
| A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh. | |
| But now, not even the masons know | |
| What drug will keep night from coming. | |
| There are so many tools that are made for my hands. | |
| But the tide smashes all my bestlaid plans to sand. | |
| And there' s always someone to say it' s easy for me, | |
| But I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There' s nothing you can say to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can' t hold it. | |
| Did they poison my food? Is it cause I' m a girl? | |
| If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle? | |
| I' m gonna go where my urge leads no more. | |
| Swallowed, waistdeep, in the gore of the forest | |
| A boreal feast, let it finish me, please. | |
| Cause I revenge myself all over myself. | |
| There' s nothing you can do to me. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star, | |
| But wash your hands of it | |
| Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star | |
| Because you can' t own it. | |
| You never held it at the right angle, | |
| You never held it at the right angle. | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, | |
| You never held it, oh... |