[00:00.000] 作词 : James Mercer[00:01.000] 作曲 : James Mercer[00:04.945]Foals in winter coats[00:07.850]White girls of the North[00:12.814]File past one, five and one[00:18.143]They are the fabled lambs[00:20.602]Of Sunday ham[00:22.388]The E.H.S. norm[00:26.143]And they can float above the grass[00:29.591]In circles if they tried[00:32.666]A latent power I know they hide[00:38.218]To keep some hope alive[00:40.582]That a girl like I could ever try[00:46.196]Could ever try[00:50.735]So we just skirt the hallway sides[00:55.511]A phantom and a fly[00:58.771]Follow the lines and wonder why[01:05.101]There's no connection[01:07.150]A week of rolling eyes[01:09.668]And cheap shots from the trite[01:14.677]And we're off to Nemarcas' porch again[01:20.232]Another afternoon with the goat head tunes[01:24.751]And pilfered booz[01:28.308]We wandered through her mama's house,[01:31.664]And the milk from the window lights[01:34.351]Family portraits circa 95[01:40.154]This is that foreign land[01:42.635]With the sprayed on tans[01:44.538]And it all feels fine[01:48.293]Be it silk or slime[01:52.506]So when they tap our Monday heads[01:57.506]Two zombies walk in our stead[02:00.752]This town seems hardly worth the time[02:09.056]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme[02:13.734]Too far along in our climb[02:16.502]Stepping over what now towers to the sky[02:23.093]With no connection[02:56.840]So, when they tap our Sunday heads[03:01.647]Two zombies walk in our stead[03:04.873]This town seems hardly worth the time[03:12.631]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme[03:17.616]Too far along in our crime[03:20.373]Stepping over what now towers to the sky[03:27.068]With no connection