| 歌曲 | Sistine Chapel Ceiling |
| 歌手 | Adorable |
| 专辑 | Footnotes - Best Of (92-94) |
| 作词 : Adorable | |
| Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. | |
| Here's a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass. | |
| Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands. | |
| All the time the season's win and everything is lost | |
| Something said's been said before but it's often worth repeating. | |
| All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting. | |
| How are you and what did you do before you started thinking? | |
| I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer. | |
| I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past. | |
| I'll never have a camera to distub my rosy past. | |
| I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts. | |
| Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead. | |
| Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads. | |
| Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas. | |
| I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world | |
| Something said's been said before and here I am repeating | |
| That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten | |
| And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies. | |
| Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book | |
| And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way. | |
| These damn pictures | |
| I could forget | |
| Things so quickly | |
| But they're always here | |
| I cannot throw | |
| Memories away. | |
| Here comes the sickler | |
| With his brand new polaroids. | |
| Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. | |
| Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed. |
| zuò cí : Adorable | |
| Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. | |
| Here' s a pretty desert scene and here a sea of grass. | |
| Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands. | |
| All the time the season' s win and everything is lost | |
| Something said' s been said before but it' s often worth repeating. | |
| All the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting. | |
| How are you and what did you do before you started thinking? | |
| I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer. | |
| I' ll never have the time to suffer my easy past. | |
| I' ll never have a camera to distub my rosy past. | |
| I' ll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts. | |
| Here is a picture, I guess he' s probably dead. | |
| Here' s another picture, the fantastic three off their heads. | |
| Ignore this Western trip, little thing, there' s so many other ideas. | |
| I live in the songlines of boys from all over the world | |
| Something said' s been said before and here I am repeating | |
| That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten | |
| And I' ll never have a camera to keep these lies. | |
| Here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book | |
| And here are you on holiday, I wonder if you still look that way. | |
| These damn pictures | |
| I could forget | |
| Things so quickly | |
| But they' re always here | |
| I cannot throw | |
| Memories away. | |
| Here comes the sickler | |
| With his brand new polaroids. | |
| Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past. | |
| Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed. |