| 歌曲 | Deep Red Bells |
| 歌手 | Neko Case |
| 专辑 | Blacklisted |
| 作词 : Case | |
| He led you to this hiding place | |
| His lightening threats spun silver tongues | |
| The red bells beckon you to ride | |
| A handprint on the driver's side | |
| It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small | |
| And Popsicles in the summer | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| It always has to come this | |
| Red bells ring this tragic gun | |
| Lost sight of the overpass | |
| The daylight won't remember her | |
| When speckled fronds raise round your bones | |
| Who took the time to fold your clothes | |
| Who shook the Valley of the Shadow | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| Where does this mean world cast its cold eye | |
| Who's left to suffer long about you | |
| Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag | |
| Past empty lots and early graves | |
| Those like you who lost their way | |
| Murdered on the interstate | |
| While the red bells rang like thunder | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I've been done |
| zuò cí : Case | |
| He led you to this hiding place | |
| His lightening threats spun silver tongues | |
| The red bells beckon you to ride | |
| A handprint on the driver' s side | |
| It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small | |
| And Popsicles in the summer | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| It always has to come this | |
| Red bells ring this tragic gun | |
| Lost sight of the overpass | |
| The daylight won' t remember her | |
| When speckled fronds raise round your bones | |
| Who took the time to fold your clothes | |
| Who shook the Valley of the Shadow | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| Where does this mean world cast its cold eye | |
| Who' s left to suffer long about you | |
| Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag | |
| Past empty lots and early graves | |
| Those like you who lost their way | |
| Murdered on the interstate | |
| While the red bells rang like thunder | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done | |
| Deep red bells, deep as I' ve been done |