| 歌曲 | Paper Ships |
| 歌手 | The Young Republic |
| 专辑 | 12 Tales from Winter City |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| If you go down with this ship | |
| I will salute you from the shore | |
| But there's no confidence in my eye, kid; | |
| There's no winning. | |
| And don't believe the history | |
| Cos there's no love song in a war | |
| Unless love is a booty | |
| In your best friend. | |
| And there's a poem in your mouth | |
| But you won't ever let it out | |
| Yes, t'is, so make sure t' move out | |
| To the country. | |
| But don't you waste your time | |
| Painting the handle of a gun | |
| Because your colours will be shown | |
| When you are fighting. | |
| And there's a kid my age | |
| Who died today. | |
| So take the gold off your gate | |
| Because property is hate | |
| If it's their blood on your estates | |
| If it's their kid that you take | |
| Now mama, I'm singing | |
| For your mistakes. |
| If you go down with this ship | |
| I will salute you from the shore | |
| But there' s no confidence in my eye, kid | |
| There' s no winning. | |
| And don' t believe the history | |
| Cos there' s no love song in a war | |
| Unless love is a booty | |
| In your best friend. | |
| And there' s a poem in your mouth | |
| But you won' t ever let it out | |
| Yes, t' is, so make sure t' move out | |
| To the country. | |
| But don' t you waste your time | |
| Painting the handle of a gun | |
| Because your colours will be shown | |
| When you are fighting. | |
| And there' s a kid my age | |
| Who died today. | |
| So take the gold off your gate | |
| Because property is hate | |
| If it' s their blood on your estates | |
| If it' s their kid that you take | |
| Now mama, I' m singing | |
| For your mistakes. |
| If you go down with this ship | |
| I will salute you from the shore | |
| But there' s no confidence in my eye, kid | |
| There' s no winning. | |
| And don' t believe the history | |
| Cos there' s no love song in a war | |
| Unless love is a booty | |
| In your best friend. | |
| And there' s a poem in your mouth | |
| But you won' t ever let it out | |
| Yes, t' is, so make sure t' move out | |
| To the country. | |
| But don' t you waste your time | |
| Painting the handle of a gun | |
| Because your colours will be shown | |
| When you are fighting. | |
| And there' s a kid my age | |
| Who died today. | |
| So take the gold off your gate | |
| Because property is hate | |
| If it' s their blood on your estates | |
| If it' s their kid that you take | |
| Now mama, I' m singing | |
| For your mistakes. |