| 歌曲 | Genessaret (Going Out Over 30,000 Fathoms of Water) |
| 歌手 | Anathallo |
| 专辑 | Floating World |
| 作曲 : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
| We looked hard; | |
| I stood on the bottom. | |
| Calloused tiptoes, | |
| Splintering wood, | |
| Waterlogging. | |
| Break up, come back together. | |
| Genessaret. | |
| I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm. | |
| Each one I throw is moving somewhere. | |
| Oh, let me go. | |
| I will go out, out, out, out | |
| Past these yellow ropes. | |
| I am not afraid. | |
| They sway there like | |
| The shredded ones hung | |
| From my parents' tree | |
| Where I pumped my legs | |
| And I broke into sweat. | |
| I never saw my face | |
| In the bird bath mirror, | |
| Red as blood | |
| And I was tired. | |
| For a minute short, there was a wonder. | |
| A sense after the momentary weird blur, | |
| In the space of expectancy | |
| When you wake, | |
| When you open your eyes. | |
| When you expect to see the same thing that | |
| You've seen. | |
| First, the ceiling: | |
| Grey from great oak. | |
| Grey from great oak. | |
| He'd thrown his net over us. (Stringy hands, stained glass) | |
| And all his sounds, the same today. | |
| But my body changed. | |
| Something in the salty sheets | |
| Was pressing in on me. | |
| Stuck and stinging, | |
| I keep rolling. |
| zuò qǔ : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ... | |
| We looked hard | |
| I stood on the bottom. | |
| Calloused tiptoes, | |
| Splintering wood, | |
| Waterlogging. | |
| Break up, come back together. | |
| Genessaret. | |
| I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm. | |
| Each one I throw is moving somewhere. | |
| Oh, let me go. | |
| I will go out, out, out, out | |
| Past these yellow ropes. | |
| I am not afraid. | |
| They sway there like | |
| The shredded ones hung | |
| From my parents' tree | |
| Where I pumped my legs | |
| And I broke into sweat. | |
| I never saw my face | |
| In the bird bath mirror, | |
| Red as blood | |
| And I was tired. | |
| For a minute short, there was a wonder. | |
| A sense after the momentary weird blur, | |
| In the space of expectancy | |
| When you wake, | |
| When you open your eyes. | |
| When you expect to see the same thing that | |
| You' ve seen. | |
| First, the ceiling: | |
| Grey from great oak. | |
| Grey from great oak. | |
| He' d thrown his net over us. Stringy hands, stained glass | |
| And all his sounds, the same today. | |
| But my body changed. | |
| Something in the salty sheets | |
| Was pressing in on me. | |
| Stuck and stinging, | |
| I keep rolling. |