| 歌曲 | Early Whitney |
| 歌手 | Why? |
| 专辑 | Oaklandazulasylum |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wolf | |
| You're so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. | |
| You show half a heart when you play yuker | |
| And i face the punching bag, and do what i'm told, | |
| But you stoop so low, | |
| To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge, | |
| You say: "i'm not myself without my challenger commemorative button | |
| On the chest of my brown down vest." | |
| You say: "coffee's turned my dark days into woody allen *long sigh* anxiety." | |
| You say: "hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i'll write soon." | |
| Don't encourage the wind; | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain't no god | |
| It's just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain't no god | |
| It's just a burning bush. | |
| You're so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. | |
| Don't encourage the wind; | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain't no god | |
| It's just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain't no god that ain't no god that ain't no god... |
| zuo qu : Wolf | |
| You' re so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you' re sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail' s growth. | |
| You show half a heart when you play yuker | |
| And i face the punching bag, and do what i' m told, | |
| But you stoop so low, | |
| To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge, | |
| You say: " i' m not myself without my challenger commemorative button | |
| On the chest of my brown down vest." | |
| You say: " coffee' s turned my dark days into woody allen long sigh anxiety." | |
| You say: " hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i' ll write soon." | |
| Don' t encourage the wind | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a burning bush. | |
| You' re so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you' re sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail' s growth. | |
| Don' t encourage the wind | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain' t no god that ain' t no god that ain' t no god... |
| zuò qǔ : Wolf | |
| You' re so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you' re sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail' s growth. | |
| You show half a heart when you play yuker | |
| And i face the punching bag, and do what i' m told, | |
| But you stoop so low, | |
| To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge, | |
| You say: " i' m not myself without my challenger commemorative button | |
| On the chest of my brown down vest." | |
| You say: " coffee' s turned my dark days into woody allen long sigh anxiety." | |
| You say: " hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i' ll write soon." | |
| Don' t encourage the wind | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a burning bush. | |
| You' re so sensitive, | |
| You can feel a single hair curl while you' re sleepin', | |
| And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail' s growth. | |
| Don' t encourage the wind | |
| The candles will retire. | |
| The cumulative weight | |
| Of all my chain letter curses. | |
| Something about this | |
| Is clowns with knives. | |
| An ambulance siren | |
| Searching for an injured person. | |
| That ain' t no god | |
| It' s just a hedge on fire. | |
| That ain' t no god that ain' t no god that ain' t no god... |