| Song | Past Future Perfect |
| Artist | The Ocean Blue |
| Album | See |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Schelzel | |
| In the corner stands a strawman | |
| with a cocktail | |
| in his right hand | |
| firm handshakes | |
| all around | |
| as he slowly sips away | |
| In the twilight | |
| sits a reader | |
| and the words they | |
| grab ane lead her | |
| to another | |
| world apart | |
| as she slowly | |
| slips away | |
| You can drown me | |
| in my sorrows | |
| that can leave me | |
| on the morrow | |
| but the best part | |
| is the last | |
| let it slowly | |
| fade away | |
| Does it strike you | |
| as an odd thing | |
| how a man keeps remembering | |
| where the future | |
| meets the past | |
| and then slowly | |
| fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| away |
| zuo ci : Schelzel | |
| In the corner stands a strawman | |
| with a cocktail | |
| in his right hand | |
| firm handshakes | |
| all around | |
| as he slowly sips away | |
| In the twilight | |
| sits a reader | |
| and the words they | |
| grab ane lead her | |
| to another | |
| world apart | |
| as she slowly | |
| slips away | |
| You can drown me | |
| in my sorrows | |
| that can leave me | |
| on the morrow | |
| but the best part | |
| is the last | |
| let it slowly | |
| fade away | |
| Does it strike you | |
| as an odd thing | |
| how a man keeps remembering | |
| where the future | |
| meets the past | |
| and then slowly | |
| fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| away |
| zuò cí : Schelzel | |
| In the corner stands a strawman | |
| with a cocktail | |
| in his right hand | |
| firm handshakes | |
| all around | |
| as he slowly sips away | |
| In the twilight | |
| sits a reader | |
| and the words they | |
| grab ane lead her | |
| to another | |
| world apart | |
| as she slowly | |
| slips away | |
| You can drown me | |
| in my sorrows | |
| that can leave me | |
| on the morrow | |
| but the best part | |
| is the last | |
| let it slowly | |
| fade away | |
| Does it strike you | |
| as an odd thing | |
| how a man keeps remembering | |
| where the future | |
| meets the past | |
| and then slowly | |
| fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| slowly fades | |
| away |