| Song | Translucent Carriages |
| Artist | Pearls Before Swine |
| Album | Balaklava |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
| The translucent carriages | |
| Drawing morning in | |
| Dawn inside their pockets | |
| Like a whisper on the wind | |
| The soft touch of your words | |
| Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
| Or the silhouettes of children | |
| Crying somewhere in the cold | |
| The ancient night is coming back | |
| The light is fading out | |
| The tree is hid in shadow | |
| In a fog of useless doubt | |
| Go away go away | |
| The imperative is drawn | |
| All your symbols are shattered | |
| All your sacred words are gone | |
| The caravans are leaving | |
| For the dawn of nothing | |
| Lepers carry roses | |
| To Jerusalem | |
| In peace | |
| Sons bury their fathers | |
| In war | |
| Fathers bury their sons | |
| Love is silent | |
| At the edge of the universe | |
| Waiting | |
| To come in | |
| Jesus raised the dead | |
| But who | |
| Will raise the living | |
| Every time I see you passing by | |
| I have to wonder why |
| zuo ci : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
| The translucent carriages | |
| Drawing morning in | |
| Dawn inside their pockets | |
| Like a whisper on the wind | |
| The soft touch of your words | |
| Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
| Or the silhouettes of children | |
| Crying somewhere in the cold | |
| The ancient night is coming back | |
| The light is fading out | |
| The tree is hid in shadow | |
| In a fog of useless doubt | |
| Go away go away | |
| The imperative is drawn | |
| All your symbols are shattered | |
| All your sacred words are gone | |
| The caravans are leaving | |
| For the dawn of nothing | |
| Lepers carry roses | |
| To Jerusalem | |
| In peace | |
| Sons bury their fathers | |
| In war | |
| Fathers bury their sons | |
| Love is silent | |
| At the edge of the universe | |
| Waiting | |
| To come in | |
| Jesus raised the dead | |
| But who | |
| Will raise the living | |
| Every time I see you passing by | |
| I have to wonder why |
| zuò cí : Harley, Herodotus, Rapp | |
| The translucent carriages | |
| Drawing morning in | |
| Dawn inside their pockets | |
| Like a whisper on the wind | |
| The soft touch of your words | |
| Has been betrayed like love grown old | |
| Or the silhouettes of children | |
| Crying somewhere in the cold | |
| The ancient night is coming back | |
| The light is fading out | |
| The tree is hid in shadow | |
| In a fog of useless doubt | |
| Go away go away | |
| The imperative is drawn | |
| All your symbols are shattered | |
| All your sacred words are gone | |
| The caravans are leaving | |
| For the dawn of nothing | |
| Lepers carry roses | |
| To Jerusalem | |
| In peace | |
| Sons bury their fathers | |
| In war | |
| Fathers bury their sons | |
| Love is silent | |
| At the edge of the universe | |
| Waiting | |
| To come in | |
| Jesus raised the dead | |
| But who | |
| Will raise the living | |
| Every time I see you passing by | |
| I have to wonder why |