| 歌曲 | Foxheads |
| 歌手 | Close Lobsters |
| 专辑 | Foxheads Stalk This Land |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Close Lobsters | |
| A summer of disease began | |
| Where the sacred river runs | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Drifting through the tropic of Cancer | |
| A summer disease began | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop a river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Where the sacred river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| (How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| (feels too low?) | |
| How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| (feels too low?) |
| zuo ci : Close Lobsters | |
| A summer of disease began | |
| Where the sacred river runs | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Drifting through the tropic of Cancer | |
| A summer disease began | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop a river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Where the sacred river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| feels too low? | |
| How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| feels too low? |
| zuò cí : Close Lobsters | |
| A summer of disease began | |
| Where the sacred river runs | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Drifting through the tropic of Cancer | |
| A summer disease began | |
| I reluctantly threw the boomerang | |
| Loop to loop a river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Where the sacred river ran | |
| A summer of last rites began | |
| And I am the sky for boomerang | |
| Loop to loop of a satellite | |
| Relaying, not speaking or saying | |
| An eye in the sky for boomerang | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| Foxheads stalk this land | |
| How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| feels too low? | |
| How does it feel when your head hits the pillow? | |
| feels too low? |