[00:00.000] 作词 : James Mercer
[00:01.000] 作曲 : James Mercer
[00:05.056] Foals in winter coats
[00:08.719] White girls of the north
[00:14.997] File past; one, five, and one
[00:21.907] They are the fabled lambs
[00:24.771] Of Sunday ham
[00:26.732] The EHS norm
[00:31.736] And they could float above the grass
[00:36.281] In circles if they tried
[00:40.015] A latent power I know they hide
[00:46.795] To keep some hope alive
[00:50.266] That a girl like I
[00:52.714] Could ever try
[00:57.151] Could ever try
[01:02.768] So we just skirt the hallway sides
[01:08.805] A phantom and a fly
[01:13.087] Follow the lines
[01:16.091] And wonder why
[01:21.061] There's no connection
[01:22.982] A week of rolling eyes
[01:26.326] And cheap shots from the tribe
[01:33.000] And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
[01:40.472] Another afternoon
[01:43.103] Of the goat-head tunes
[01:45.349] And pilfered booze
[01:50.212] We wander through her Momma's house
[01:54.466] The milk from the window lights
[01:58.277] Family portrait, circa '95
[02:04.992] This is that foreign land
[02:08.944] With the sprayed-on tans
[02:10.878] And it all feels fine
[02:15.506] Be it silk or slime
[02:21.202] So, when they tap our Monday heads
[02:27.296] To zombie-walk in our stead
[02:31.629] This town seems hardly worth the time
[02:41.192] And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
[02:47.692] Too far along in our crime
[02:51.204] Stepping over what now towers to the sky
[02:59.622] 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 EHS norm
And they could 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 tribe
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
Another afternoon
Of the goat-head tunes
And pilfered booze
We wander through her Momma's house
The milk from the window lights
Family portrait, 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
To zombie-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