| 作曲 : Walker, Wussy | |
| Never thought it'd come to this, | |
| But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
| In bed with your arithmetic, | |
| Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
| There among the broken glass | |
| Were annuals and little paper birds | |
| Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
| That I can't find the words | |
| It's alright. It's alright. | |
| The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
| And now they're catching up. | |
| I finally got your letter, | |
| And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
| She'll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
| To take us underground. | |
| To infiltrate the borders | |
| And pray to Jesus | |
| When the devil's not around. | |
| It's alright. It's alright. | |
| We've got all night. |
| zuo qu : Walker, Wussy | |
| Never thought it' d come to this, | |
| But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
| In bed with your arithmetic, | |
| Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
| There among the broken glass | |
| Were annuals and little paper birds | |
| Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
| That I can' t find the words | |
| It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
| The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
| And now they' re catching up. | |
| I finally got your letter, | |
| And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
| She' ll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
| To take us underground. | |
| To infiltrate the borders | |
| And pray to Jesus | |
| When the devil' s not around. | |
| It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
| We' ve got all night. |
| zuò qǔ : Walker, Wussy | |
| Never thought it' d come to this, | |
| But there you were sleeping in your clothes. | |
| In bed with your arithmetic, | |
| Your hair had grown so long in your repose. | |
| There among the broken glass | |
| Were annuals and little paper birds | |
| Faded in the sunlight of the million ways | |
| That I can' t find the words | |
| It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
| The days all run together in an angry pack, | |
| And now they' re catching up. | |
| I finally got your letter, | |
| And your punctuation hit me like a truck. | |
| She' ll be coming down the mountain in a minute now | |
| To take us underground. | |
| To infiltrate the borders | |
| And pray to Jesus | |
| When the devil' s not around. | |
| It' s alright. It' s alright. | |
| We' ve got all night. |