| 作词 : Garcia, Halliday | |
| We're in over our heads | |
| It's the end of a sick affair | |
| It's been a long time coming | |
| Too long for me | |
| Cos the anger is in my mouth | |
| Bile is on the tip of my tongue | |
| Ready to destroy | |
| All in it's path | |
| All in it's way because it can | |
| It's all out of control | |
| It's all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low | |
| We've only ourselves to blame | |
| For the mess of our foolish game | |
| We could make it laughing | |
| But it's not meant to be | |
| Cos the fire is in my heart | |
| And careering through my veins | |
| Wanting to get out | |
| Away from you | |
| Away from this because it can | |
| It's all out of control | |
| It's all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low |
| zuo ci : Garcia, Halliday | |
| We' re in over our heads | |
| It' s the end of a sick affair | |
| It' s been a long time coming | |
| Too long for me | |
| Cos the anger is in my mouth | |
| Bile is on the tip of my tongue | |
| Ready to destroy | |
| All in it' s path | |
| All in it' s way because it can | |
| It' s all out of control | |
| It' s all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low | |
| We' ve only ourselves to blame | |
| For the mess of our foolish game | |
| We could make it laughing | |
| But it' s not meant to be | |
| Cos the fire is in my heart | |
| And careering through my veins | |
| Wanting to get out | |
| Away from you | |
| Away from this because it can | |
| It' s all out of control | |
| It' s all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low |
| zuò cí : Garcia, Halliday | |
| We' re in over our heads | |
| It' s the end of a sick affair | |
| It' s been a long time coming | |
| Too long for me | |
| Cos the anger is in my mouth | |
| Bile is on the tip of my tongue | |
| Ready to destroy | |
| All in it' s path | |
| All in it' s way because it can | |
| It' s all out of control | |
| It' s all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low | |
| We' ve only ourselves to blame | |
| For the mess of our foolish game | |
| We could make it laughing | |
| But it' s not meant to be | |
| Cos the fire is in my heart | |
| And careering through my veins | |
| Wanting to get out | |
| Away from you | |
| Away from this because it can | |
| It' s all out of control | |
| It' s all from the soul | |
| Fly with the high | |
| Go with the low |