| Song | Watch Me Go |
| Artist | Paper Beat Scissors |
| Album | Paper Beat Scissors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Crabtree | |
| 作曲 : Tim Crabtree | |
| So sick of pages that lead and mislead him | |
| he gave up on words altogether today | |
| Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic. | |
| A throat-sticking sweetness that counters the flames | |
| Spread the salt out, don’t leave the dogs out. | |
| Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice | |
| Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out | |
| Called out for order, for silence, for solace. | |
| Responses are mute, it all turned on its head | |
| Over-mechanical, violent and soulless. | |
| At least you got something: away from the threat | |
| Reach out to pull in, it’s taken as lashing out. | |
| With no words to couch it it won’t slip aside | |
| So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands | |
| Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in | |
| Thickening, thickening. | |
| It grows to fill up the empty space | |
| Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are? | |
| Will you watch me go? | |
| Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight | |
| When you’re just no good. | |
| If you leave you’ve no say. | |
| Gave it up, you’ve no right | |
| It’s the speech I know. | |
| It’s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides | |
| Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud, | |
| will you watch me go? | |
| Will you watch me go? |
| zuo ci : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuo qu : Tim Crabtree | |
| So sick of pages that lead and mislead him | |
| he gave up on words altogether today | |
| Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic. | |
| A throatsticking sweetness that counters the flames | |
| Spread the salt out, don' t leave the dogs out. | |
| Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice | |
| Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out | |
| Called out for order, for silence, for solace. | |
| Responses are mute, it all turned on its head | |
| Overmechanical, violent and soulless. | |
| At least you got something: away from the threat | |
| Reach out to pull in, it' s taken as lashing out. | |
| With no words to couch it it won' t slip aside | |
| So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands | |
| Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in | |
| Thickening, thickening. | |
| It grows to fill up the empty space | |
| Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are? | |
| Will you watch me go? | |
| Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight | |
| When you' re just no good. | |
| If you leave you' ve no say. | |
| Gave it up, you' ve no right | |
| It' s the speech I know. | |
| It' s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides | |
| Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud, | |
| will you watch me go? | |
| Will you watch me go? |
| zuò cí : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree | |
| So sick of pages that lead and mislead him | |
| he gave up on words altogether today | |
| Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic. | |
| A throatsticking sweetness that counters the flames | |
| Spread the salt out, don' t leave the dogs out. | |
| Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice | |
| Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out | |
| Called out for order, for silence, for solace. | |
| Responses are mute, it all turned on its head | |
| Overmechanical, violent and soulless. | |
| At least you got something: away from the threat | |
| Reach out to pull in, it' s taken as lashing out. | |
| With no words to couch it it won' t slip aside | |
| So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands | |
| Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in | |
| Thickening, thickening. | |
| It grows to fill up the empty space | |
| Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are? | |
| Will you watch me go? | |
| Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight | |
| When you' re just no good. | |
| If you leave you' ve no say. | |
| Gave it up, you' ve no right | |
| It' s the speech I know. | |
| It' s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides | |
| Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud, | |
| will you watch me go? | |
| Will you watch me go? |