| Song | No Words Allowed |
| Artist | Lovers |
| Album | Star Lit Sunken Ship |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berk | |
| Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
| Sifting | |
| Through the ground where the corn grows | |
| Levitating from the inside out, | |
| Your skin is shaking; you're moving your mouth | |
| But no words come out, | |
| No words come out | |
| Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
| Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
| Every time I think of you? | |
| I've only wanted to lay next you | |
| With no words allowed, | |
| No words come out | |
| When we're buried underground | |
| Meet me in the dead people's lounge | |
| My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
| All peaceful and perfect | |
| We won't make a sound | |
| We won't make a sound | |
| Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
| The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
| After all these years, and all these miles | |
| Fall in love with his grandchild | |
| I fell in love with his child | |
| I fell in love with you, child. |
| zuo qu : Berk | |
| Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
| Sifting | |
| Through the ground where the corn grows | |
| Levitating from the inside out, | |
| Your skin is shaking you' re moving your mouth | |
| But no words come out, | |
| No words come out | |
| Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
| Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
| Every time I think of you? | |
| I' ve only wanted to lay next you | |
| With no words allowed, | |
| No words come out | |
| When we' re buried underground | |
| Meet me in the dead people' s lounge | |
| My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
| All peaceful and perfect | |
| We won' t make a sound | |
| We won' t make a sound | |
| Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
| The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
| After all these years, and all these miles | |
| Fall in love with his grandchild | |
| I fell in love with his child | |
| I fell in love with you, child. |
| zuò qǔ : Berk | |
| Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
| Sifting | |
| Through the ground where the corn grows | |
| Levitating from the inside out, | |
| Your skin is shaking you' re moving your mouth | |
| But no words come out, | |
| No words come out | |
| Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
| Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
| Every time I think of you? | |
| I' ve only wanted to lay next you | |
| With no words allowed, | |
| No words come out | |
| When we' re buried underground | |
| Meet me in the dead people' s lounge | |
| My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
| All peaceful and perfect | |
| We won' t make a sound | |
| We won' t make a sound | |
| Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
| The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
| After all these years, and all these miles | |
| Fall in love with his grandchild | |
| I fell in love with his child | |
| I fell in love with you, child. |