| 作词 : Sonia Kreitzer/Viktor Balter-Lundin | |
| 作曲 : Sonia Kreitzer/Viktor Balter-Lundin | |
| Strange river rolling | |
| Moved as if pushed by greed | |
| Cigarette ash falling from the sky | |
| Why you gotta be so mean | |
| Dead at the roots | |
| No earth to cling to | |
| The trees take off their clothes as they lay down on the road | |
| I’m thinking about a friend back home | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| I can’t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying | |
| Dogs bark in tunnels | |
| The shadows have gone to sleep | |
| Ink on the walls ink on the arms | |
| Walking Backwards through my father’s dream | |
| The seeds all twisted | |
| Myth of fertility | |
| The color is all gone with the birds for a new sun | |
| What will become of me | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| //I can’t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying// | |
| //Taking slow paling breaths | |
| And my body’s a mess // |
| zuo ci : Sonia Kreitzer Viktor BalterLundin | |
| zuo qu : Sonia Kreitzer Viktor BalterLundin | |
| Strange river rolling | |
| Moved as if pushed by greed | |
| Cigarette ash falling from the sky | |
| Why you gotta be so mean | |
| Dead at the roots | |
| No earth to cling to | |
| The trees take off their clothes as they lay down on the road | |
| I' m thinking about a friend back home | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| I can' t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying | |
| Dogs bark in tunnels | |
| The shadows have gone to sleep | |
| Ink on the walls ink on the arms | |
| Walking Backwards through my father' s dream | |
| The seeds all twisted | |
| Myth of fertility | |
| The color is all gone with the birds for a new sun | |
| What will become of me | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| I can' t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying | |
| Taking slow paling breaths | |
| And my body' s a mess |
| zuò cí : Sonia Kreitzer Viktor BalterLundin | |
| zuò qǔ : Sonia Kreitzer Viktor BalterLundin | |
| Strange river rolling | |
| Moved as if pushed by greed | |
| Cigarette ash falling from the sky | |
| Why you gotta be so mean | |
| Dead at the roots | |
| No earth to cling to | |
| The trees take off their clothes as they lay down on the road | |
| I' m thinking about a friend back home | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| I can' t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying | |
| Dogs bark in tunnels | |
| The shadows have gone to sleep | |
| Ink on the walls ink on the arms | |
| Walking Backwards through my father' s dream | |
| The seeds all twisted | |
| Myth of fertility | |
| The color is all gone with the birds for a new sun | |
| What will become of me | |
| Moved here to be closer | |
| I had to sink to see: | |
| What bribes the wholesome to trade in vitality | |
| I can' t find no eyes to lock with mine | |
| No way we could thrive when the city is dying | |
| Taking slow paling breaths | |
| And my body' s a mess |