| 歌曲 | Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste |
| 歌手 | Norma Jean |
| 专辑 | Birds And Microscopes And Bottles Of Elixirs And Raw Steak And A Bunch Of Songs |
| 作曲 : Norma Jean | |
| Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare | |
| In your tuxedo suit | |
| I will give it a name | |
| Lower your defenses | |
| Lower your casket | |
| Open the door and open your grave | |
| MurderNow you're doing the waltz with your murderer | |
| Mediocrity is the killer | |
| You find yourself helpless | |
| Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away | |
| He laid emeralds in her eyes | |
| But I'd already tried a bracelt made of gold | |
| And a scarlet thread around her wrist | |
| Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." | |
| We painted crooked lines | |
| But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined | |
| We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know | |
| BeforeBut never quite like this | |
| All I know now is regret | |
| It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us | |
| But has nothing to say except to innocently ask | |
| Its voice delicate as glass"Do you see me when we pass? " | |
| But I continue on my way |
| zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
| Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare | |
| In your tuxedo suit | |
| I will give it a name | |
| Lower your defenses | |
| Lower your casket | |
| Open the door and open your grave | |
| MurderNow you' re doing the waltz with your murderer | |
| Mediocrity is the killer | |
| You find yourself helpless | |
| Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away | |
| He laid emeralds in her eyes | |
| But I' d already tried a bracelt made of gold | |
| And a scarlet thread around her wrist | |
| Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs" Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." | |
| We painted crooked lines | |
| But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined | |
| We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know | |
| BeforeBut never quite like this | |
| All I know now is regret | |
| It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us | |
| But has nothing to say except to innocently ask | |
| Its voice delicate as glass" Do you see me when we pass? " | |
| But I continue on my way |