[00:00.00] 作曲 : Colin Meloy
[00:16.20]Had a dream
[00:19.10]You and me and the war of the end-times
[00:28.35]And I believe
[00:31.61]California succumbed to the fault line
[00:36.21]We heaved relief
[00:38.16]As scores of innocents died
[00:41.01]And the Andalusian tribes
[00:44.16]Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
[00:50.57]'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels
[00:56.53]Hetty Green
[00:59.53]Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
[01:01.63]（Know what I mean?）
[01:08.93]On the road
[01:11.13]It's well advised that you follow your own bag
[01:17.99]In the year of the chewable Ambien tab
[01:21.49]And the Panamanian child
[01:27.44]Stands at the dowager empress' side
[01:30.89]And all that remain is the arms of the angels
[01:36.85]And all that remain is the arms of the angels
[01:41.90]When you've receded into loam
[02:02.07]And they're picking at your bones
[02:06.02]We'll come home
[02:20.88]We'll come home
[02:22.43]Quiet now
[02:23.79]Will we gather to conjure the rain down?
[02:33.21]Will we now
[02:36.26]Build a civilization below ground?
[02:40.82]And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around
[02:43.57]And the Andalusian tribes
[02:51.53]Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
[02:55.08]'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels
[03:00.93]'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels

作曲 : Colin Meloy
Had a dream
You and me and the war of the end-times
And I believe
California succumbed to the fault line
We heaved relief
As scores of innocents died
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels
Hetty Green
Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
（Know what I mean?）
On the road
It's well advised that you follow your own bag
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab
And the Panamanian child
Stands at the dowager empress' side
And all that remain is the arms of the angels
And all that remain is the arms of the angels
When you've receded into loam
And they're picking at your bones
We'll come home
We'll come home
Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down?
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground?
And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around
And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels