| 歌曲 | Default Blues |
| 歌手 | Frightened Rabbit |
| 专辑 | The Woodpile |
| 作词 : Frightened Rabbit/Scott Hutchinson | |
| 作曲 : Frightened Rabbit | |
| Turn off the light bulb ache to a shrieking pain | |
| Turn that hair into a haircut and change your name | |
| Through the yellow teeth white lies are told | |
| Of the notches made in the house of smoke | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it's never gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| This is textbook heartbreak from the country school | |
| The description sculpture of a thoughtless stool | |
| You've got your heroin monologues | |
| Now you're wearing a helmet | |
| Whilst you're breaking the rules | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it's never gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| The accent you hid behind is gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| There isn't a cure | |
| There isn't a cure | |
| There isn't a cure | |
| Save your wax world torture | |
| For your modeling friends | |
| Speak emotional trash right from Zimmerman's bin | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| The accent you hid behind is gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it's never gone | |
| What are you running from? |
| zuò cí : Frightened Rabbit Scott Hutchinson | |
| zuò qǔ : Frightened Rabbit | |
| Turn off the light bulb ache to a shrieking pain | |
| Turn that hair into a haircut and change your name | |
| Through the yellow teeth white lies are told | |
| Of the notches made in the house of smoke | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it' s never gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| This is textbook heartbreak from the country school | |
| The description sculpture of a thoughtless stool | |
| You' ve got your heroin monologues | |
| Now you' re wearing a helmet | |
| Whilst you' re breaking the rules | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it' s never gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| The accent you hid behind is gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| There isn' t a cure | |
| There isn' t a cure | |
| There isn' t a cure | |
| Save your wax world torture | |
| For your modeling friends | |
| Speak emotional trash right from Zimmerman' s bin | |
| So, pick the padlock keys | |
| In the padlocked room | |
| Wipe the smiles from your face | |
| And sing the default blues | |
| And go | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| The accent you hid behind is gone | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| What are you running from? | |
| It passed me by, but it' s never gone | |
| What are you running from? |