| 歌曲 | Bulimic Beats |
| 歌手 | Catatonia |
| 专辑 | Equally Cursed & Blessed |
| 作词 : Catatonia, Matthews | |
| I thought we'd escape | |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
| I thought we'd escape | |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
| But dreaming is for moonrise | |
| And moonlight also ails those tired eyes | |
| I treat him like a lady | |
| I treat him as I would he unto me | |
| Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money | |
| With silicone and poetry | |
| But it's the end of me | |
| I thought it could change | |
| I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
| I couldn't get there Behind walls of Sunday papers | |
| I thought it could change | |
| I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
| But dreaming is for moonrise | |
| And moonlight ails these tired eyes | |
| I treat him like a lady | |
| I treat him as I would he unto me | |
| Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money | |
| With silicone and poetry | |
| And it's the end of me | |
| Here I am | |
| Here I am | |
| And here I stand | |
| Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand | |
| Here I am | |
| A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand | |
| Here I am |
| zuò cí : Catatonia, Matthews | |
| I thought we' d escape | |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
| I thought we' d escape | |
| I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
| But dreaming is for moonrise | |
| And moonlight also ails those tired eyes | |
| I treat him like a lady | |
| I treat him as I would he unto me | |
| Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
| With silicone and poetry | |
| But it' s the end of me | |
| I thought it could change | |
| I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
| I couldn' t get there Behind walls of Sunday papers | |
| I thought it could change | |
| I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
| But dreaming is for moonrise | |
| And moonlight ails these tired eyes | |
| I treat him like a lady | |
| I treat him as I would he unto me | |
| Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
| With silicone and poetry | |
| And it' s the end of me | |
| Here I am | |
| Here I am | |
| And here I stand | |
| Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand | |
| Here I am | |
| A front line with labels where I witness custard' s last stand | |
| Here I am |