| Song | Something |
| Artist | The Microphones |
| Album | It Was Hot We Stayed in the Water |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Phil Elverum |
| [00:02.79] | The foggy air around us was blinding |
| [00:07.17] | The foggy sea was loud behind it |
| [00:11.50] | Its foggy breath breathed its water into our lungs |
| [00:18.39] | And we curled up around it |
| [00:21.68] | And we were deafened by the sound of foggy waves' crash |
| [00:27.01] | It's still ringing in my ears |
| [00:30.96] | But my ears and lungs are nothing |
| [00:34.46] | Compared to my eyes, I saw something |
| [00:38.20] | In the sand that swept me off my feet |
| [00:43.70] | Oh, the blow |
| [00:52.84] | |
| [01:52.90] | Oh it's pulling out in tide tows |
| [01:56.29] | And rising back in misty wave throws |
| [02:00.29] | Forever churning up its boiling strength |
| [02:07.08] | And with the faster that the car flies |
| [02:10.71] | Stick your head out of the window |
| [02:14.19] | And find it beating hard and sweet into my face |
| [02:21.38] | And in a moment when time slows |
| [02:25.27] | The air gets so wide and thick |
| [02:28.59] | And fuels a force that blows a hole right through the chest |
| [02:34.72] | Oh, the blow |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Phil Elverum |
| [00:02.79] | The foggy air around us was blinding |
| [00:07.17] | The foggy sea was loud behind it |
| [00:11.50] | Its foggy breath breathed its water into our lungs |
| [00:18.39] | And we curled up around it |
| [00:21.68] | And we were deafened by the sound of foggy waves' crash |
| [00:27.01] | It' s still ringing in my ears |
| [00:30.96] | But my ears and lungs are nothing |
| [00:34.46] | Compared to my eyes, I saw something |
| [00:38.20] | In the sand that swept me off my feet |
| [00:43.70] | Oh, the blow |
| [00:52.84] | |
| [01:52.90] | Oh it' s pulling out in tide tows |
| [01:56.29] | And rising back in misty wave throws |
| [02:00.29] | Forever churning up its boiling strength |
| [02:07.08] | And with the faster that the car flies |
| [02:10.71] | Stick your head out of the window |
| [02:14.19] | And find it beating hard and sweet into my face |
| [02:21.38] | And in a moment when time slows |
| [02:25.27] | The air gets so wide and thick |
| [02:28.59] | And fuels a force that blows a hole right through the chest |
| [02:34.72] | Oh, the blow |