[00:00.000] 作词 : James Mercer
[00:01.000] 作曲 : James Mercer
[00:04.945]Foals in winter coats
[00:07.850]White girls of the North
[00:12.814]File past one, five and one
[00:18.143]They are the fabled lambs
[00:20.602]Of Sunday ham
[00:22.388]The E.H.S. norm
[00:26.143]And they can float above the grass
[00:29.591]In circles if they tried
[00:32.666]A latent power I know they hide
[00:38.218]To keep some hope alive
[00:40.582]That a girl like I could ever try
[00:46.196]Could ever try
[00:50.735]So we just skirt the hallway sides
[00:55.511]A phantom and a fly
[00:58.771]Follow the lines and wonder why
[01:05.101]There's no connection
[01:07.150]A week of rolling eyes
[01:09.668]And cheap shots from the trite
[01:14.677]And we're off to Nemarcas' porch again
[01:20.232]Another afternoon with the goat head tunes
[01:24.751]And pilfered booz
[01:28.308]We wandered through her mama's house,
[01:31.664]And the milk from the window lights
[01:34.351]Family portraits circa 95
[01:40.154]This is that foreign land
[01:42.635]With the sprayed on tans
[01:44.538]And it all feels fine
[01:48.293]Be it silk or slime
[01:52.506]So when they tap our Monday heads
[01:57.506]Two zombies walk in our stead
[02:00.752]This town seems hardly worth the time
[02:09.056]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
[02:13.734]Too far along in our climb
[02:16.502]Stepping over what now towers to the sky
[02:23.093]With no connection
[02:56.840]So, when they tap our Sunday heads
[03:01.647]Two zombies walk in our stead
[03:04.873]This town seems hardly worth the time
[03:12.631]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
[03:17.616]Too far along in our crime
[03:20.373]Stepping over what now towers to the sky
[03:27.068]With no connection

作词 : James Mercer
作曲 : James Mercer
Foals in winter coats
White girls of the North
File past one, five and one
They are the fabled lambs
Of Sunday ham
The E.H.S. norm
And they can float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try
So we just skirt the hallway sides
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection
A week of rolling eyes
And cheap shots from the trite
And we're off to Nemarcas' porch again
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes
And pilfered booz
We wandered through her mama's house,
And the milk from the window lights
Family portraits circa 95
This is that foreign land
With the sprayed on tans
And it all feels fine
Be it silk or slime
So when they tap our Monday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our climb
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection
So, when they tap our Sunday heads
Two zombies walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth the time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
Too far along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection