| Song | Lions and Tigers |
| Artist | Asobi Seksu |
| Album | Citrus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Asobi Seksu | |
| Send the kids to the garden | |
| the cypresses burdened down | |
| to make a perfect pair | |
| spread on a blanket | |
| the angels wasting their tears | |
| when your wet face turns to cheer | |
| Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere | |
| The children are begging | |
| the smiling rain clouds | |
| to please reflect my tears | |
| leaves fall from nowhere | |
| I won't beg your pardon | |
| I won't be there when you laugh | |
| Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere | |
| And find a way to set them straight | |
| these kids are all begging to trade | |
| their ghosts away and let them fade and let them... | |
| All of their open smiles just sit and wait, to sing a brutal song |
| zuo qu : Asobi Seksu | |
| Send the kids to the garden | |
| the cypresses burdened down | |
| to make a perfect pair | |
| spread on a blanket | |
| the angels wasting their tears | |
| when your wet face turns to cheer | |
| Tiny little voices won' t take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won' t pull nothing from nowhere | |
| The children are begging | |
| the smiling rain clouds | |
| to please reflect my tears | |
| leaves fall from nowhere | |
| I won' t beg your pardon | |
| I won' t be there when you laugh | |
| Tiny little voices won' t take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won' t pull nothing from nowhere | |
| And find a way to set them straight | |
| these kids are all begging to trade | |
| their ghosts away and let them fade and let them... | |
| All of their open smiles just sit and wait, to sing a brutal song |
| zuò qǔ : Asobi Seksu | |
| Send the kids to the garden | |
| the cypresses burdened down | |
| to make a perfect pair | |
| spread on a blanket | |
| the angels wasting their tears | |
| when your wet face turns to cheer | |
| Tiny little voices won' t take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won' t pull nothing from nowhere | |
| The children are begging | |
| the smiling rain clouds | |
| to please reflect my tears | |
| leaves fall from nowhere | |
| I won' t beg your pardon | |
| I won' t be there when you laugh | |
| Tiny little voices won' t take nothing from no one | |
| Tiny little fingers won' t pull nothing from nowhere | |
| And find a way to set them straight | |
| these kids are all begging to trade | |
| their ghosts away and let them fade and let them... | |
| All of their open smiles just sit and wait, to sing a brutal song |