| 歌曲 | Country of Two |
| 歌手 | Alina Simone |
| 专辑 | Placelessness |
| 作曲 : Simone | |
| A bottle rocket shot out of a backstreet lot | |
| Trucks up on blocks the empties knocking around | |
| In the back as we rush straight through the speedway | |
| After the manic landscape blur | |
| Of the flyover states | |
| Suddenly it's so clear the rest falls away | |
| And I'm back in this country of two | |
| Where'm I going where'm I coming from | |
| I've been a faceless waitress | |
| And data-collecting something | |
| Someplace off the freeway | |
| It doesn't matter what I do | |
| To pay for the days | |
| The only thing that's real | |
| The only place that's home is here in this country of two | |
| Oh, the scenery comes and the scenery goes | |
| And morning feels like the afternoon | |
| But I don't feel foreign or confused anymore | |
| In this placeless place I found with you | |
| The sound of cars comes crashing in | |
| To this glass-walled box up on the hill | |
| But I'll never tire of the rhythm that it brings | |
| To this placeless place you found me in | |
| Oh these stars and stripes are just sickle-celled | |
| Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart. | |
| These stars and stripes are just sickle-celled | |
| Hammer-headed sharks and we will remain apart |
| zuò qǔ : Simone | |
| A bottle rocket shot out of a backstreet lot | |
| Trucks up on blocks the empties knocking around | |
| In the back as we rush straight through the speedway | |
| After the manic landscape blur | |
| Of the flyover states | |
| Suddenly it' s so clear the rest falls away | |
| And I' m back in this country of two | |
| Where' m I going where' m I coming from | |
| I' ve been a faceless waitress | |
| And datacollecting something | |
| Someplace off the freeway | |
| It doesn' t matter what I do | |
| To pay for the days | |
| The only thing that' s real | |
| The only place that' s home is here in this country of two | |
| Oh, the scenery comes and the scenery goes | |
| And morning feels like the afternoon | |
| But I don' t feel foreign or confused anymore | |
| In this placeless place I found with you | |
| The sound of cars comes crashing in | |
| To this glasswalled box up on the hill | |
| But I' ll never tire of the rhythm that it brings | |
| To this placeless place you found me in | |
| Oh these stars and stripes are just sicklecelled | |
| Hammerheaded sharks and we will remain apart. | |
| These stars and stripes are just sicklecelled | |
| Hammerheaded sharks and we will remain apart |