| 歌曲 | We’re Hauling Land Through The Air. |
| 歌手 | Uniform Motion |
| 专辑 | One Frame Per Second |
| Such a rage, you inspired. | |
| Like we’re hauling land through the air. | |
| Like the selfish men, we enquired. | |
| Like the falling tree, we’re not there. | |
| And there’s something in your eyes. | |
| Like there’s a Molotov inside. | |
| And the fools will have your gold | |
| And throw sticks until you’re old. | |
| Coming out to get you, setting up a trap | |
| You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive. | |
| Jumping over mountains, running over fire | |
| You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide. | |
| Such a rage, you inspired. | |
| Like we’re hauling land through the air. | |
| Like the selfish man, I’m tired. | |
| Like the falling tree, I wasn’t there. | |
| And there’s something in your eyes. | |
| Like there’s a Molotov inside. | |
| And the fools will have your head | |
| And throw stones until you’re dead. | |
| Count your stars, kick the tires. | |
| Kill two birds, with your eyes. | |
| Gather time, in your mind. | |
| Count to three and start again. | |
| Hold the truth in your arms | |
| Make a wish on your terms | |
| Kick the saints from your town | |
| Count to three and start again. | |
| I’m tired…. |
| Such a rage, you inspired. | |
| Like we' re hauling land through the air. | |
| Like the selfish men, we enquired. | |
| Like the falling tree, we' re not there. | |
| And there' s something in your eyes. | |
| Like there' s a Molotov inside. | |
| And the fools will have your gold | |
| And throw sticks until you' re old. | |
| Coming out to get you, setting up a trap | |
| You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive. | |
| Jumping over mountains, running over fire | |
| You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide. | |
| Such a rage, you inspired. | |
| Like we' re hauling land through the air. | |
| Like the selfish man, I' m tired. | |
| Like the falling tree, I wasn' t there. | |
| And there' s something in your eyes. | |
| Like there' s a Molotov inside. | |
| And the fools will have your head | |
| And throw stones until you' re dead. | |
| Count your stars, kick the tires. | |
| Kill two birds, with your eyes. | |
| Gather time, in your mind. | |
| Count to three and start again. | |
| Hold the truth in your arms | |
| Make a wish on your terms | |
| Kick the saints from your town | |
| Count to three and start again. | |
| I' m tired. |