| Song | Vanish in the Absence of Virtue |
| Artist | In the Woods... |
| Album | Strange in Stereo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : In the Woods | |
| I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well of light | |
| Wish I may wish | |
| I might Have this wish | |
| I wish tonight | |
| The more we sang of wonders | |
| The more we drank our wine | |
| Suddenly a ghost appeared | |
| The clock sang number nine | |
| We spoke from end of table | |
| His majesty, the chief - | |
| You shall take what you deserve | |
| From comfort and relief | |
| This words combined with manhood - | |
| In alcohole entwined - | |
| Made all the saying into jokes | |
| And good eyes into blind | |
| I tried to taste their warfare - | |
| My lips could barely move | |
| When I did as much as | |
| I could do | |
| To fit into their groove | |
| But as it proved impossible | |
| To satisfy their needs | |
| I solved my little problem | |
| And accomplished all my deeds | |
| For I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well that night | |
| Wish I would | |
| Wish I could be swallowed | |
| By your light |
| zuo qu : In the Woods | |
| I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well of light | |
| Wish I may wish | |
| I might Have this wish | |
| I wish tonight | |
| The more we sang of wonders | |
| The more we drank our wine | |
| Suddenly a ghost appeared | |
| The clock sang number nine | |
| We spoke from end of table | |
| His majesty, the chief | |
| You shall take what you deserve | |
| From comfort and relief | |
| This words combined with manhood | |
| In alcohole entwined | |
| Made all the saying into jokes | |
| And good eyes into blind | |
| I tried to taste their warfare | |
| My lips could barely move | |
| When I did as much as | |
| I could do | |
| To fit into their groove | |
| But as it proved impossible | |
| To satisfy their needs | |
| I solved my little problem | |
| And accomplished all my deeds | |
| For I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well that night | |
| Wish I would | |
| Wish I could be swallowed | |
| By your light |
| zuò qǔ : In the Woods | |
| I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well of light | |
| Wish I may wish | |
| I might Have this wish | |
| I wish tonight | |
| The more we sang of wonders | |
| The more we drank our wine | |
| Suddenly a ghost appeared | |
| The clock sang number nine | |
| We spoke from end of table | |
| His majesty, the chief | |
| You shall take what you deserve | |
| From comfort and relief | |
| This words combined with manhood | |
| In alcohole entwined | |
| Made all the saying into jokes | |
| And good eyes into blind | |
| I tried to taste their warfare | |
| My lips could barely move | |
| When I did as much as | |
| I could do | |
| To fit into their groove | |
| But as it proved impossible | |
| To satisfy their needs | |
| I solved my little problem | |
| And accomplished all my deeds | |
| For I spoke so well that evening | |
| I sang so well that night | |
| Wish I would | |
| Wish I could be swallowed | |
| By your light |