| Song | Tides |
| Artist | Suede |
| Album | The Blue Hour |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Brett Anderson/Richard Oakes |
| [00:15.633] | Tides are pulling, pulling me back to you |
| [00:23.761] | Dragging me under, making me new |
| [00:31.882] | It's wonderful, it's wonderful |
| [00:39.130] | It's making me scared |
| [00:43.274] | I don't know where it's going |
| [00:48.401] | Clothed in pale gray |
| [00:52.561] | Rolling like driftwood |
| [00:56.490] | Waving at planes |
| [01:00.493] | I feel against my paper cuts |
| [01:04.727] | And I'm holding onto nothing |
| [01:08.817] | Clinging to the voids as I'm riding the waves |
| [01:16.978] | It's making me new again |
| [01:22.177] | Like a rain of bombs we'll fall to you |
| [01:28.114] | Through the blue, through the blue |
| [01:38.033] | Tides are pulling me |
| [01:41.562] | I'm lost in the pale rain |
| [01:45.617] | I' clutching at debris |
| [01:49.673] | I'm trying to stay awake |
| [01:53.789] | The water level rises |
| [01:57.860] | I'm miles from the shore now |
| [02:01.639] | And I'm riding the waves |
| [02:06.264] | Dragging me under again |
| [02:11.464] | Like a rain of bombs we'll fall to you |
| [02:17.530] | Through the blue, through the blue |
| [02:27.754] | Like a rain of bombs we'll drop from the sky |
| [02:33.585] | A rain of fire, a rain of fire |
| [02:49.330] | Tides are puling, pulling me back to you |
| [02:57.513] | Taking my hand, dragging me under |
| [03:05.647] | It's wonderful, it's wonderful |
| [03:13.018] | Pulling me under, pulling me through |
| [03:22.194] | Tides are puling, pulling me back to you |
| [03:30.289] | Taking me over, making me new |
| [03:38.394] | It's wonderful, it's wonderful |
| [03:45.880] | Pulling me under, pulling me back to you |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Brett Anderson Richard Oakes |
| [00:15.633] | Tides are pulling, pulling me back to you |
| [00:23.761] | Dragging me under, making me new |
| [00:31.882] | It' s wonderful, it' s wonderful |
| [00:39.130] | It' s making me scared |
| [00:43.274] | I don' t know where it' s going |
| [00:48.401] | Clothed in pale gray |
| [00:52.561] | Rolling like driftwood |
| [00:56.490] | Waving at planes |
| [01:00.493] | I feel against my paper cuts |
| [01:04.727] | And I' m holding onto nothing |
| [01:08.817] | Clinging to the voids as I' m riding the waves |
| [01:16.978] | It' s making me new again |
| [01:22.177] | Like a rain of bombs we' ll fall to you |
| [01:28.114] | Through the blue, through the blue |
| [01:38.033] | Tides are pulling me |
| [01:41.562] | I' m lost in the pale rain |
| [01:45.617] | I' clutching at debris |
| [01:49.673] | I' m trying to stay awake |
| [01:53.789] | The water level rises |
| [01:57.860] | I' m miles from the shore now |
| [02:01.639] | And I' m riding the waves |
| [02:06.264] | Dragging me under again |
| [02:11.464] | Like a rain of bombs we' ll fall to you |
| [02:17.530] | Through the blue, through the blue |
| [02:27.754] | Like a rain of bombs we' ll drop from the sky |
| [02:33.585] | A rain of fire, a rain of fire |
| [02:49.330] | Tides are puling, pulling me back to you |
| [02:57.513] | Taking my hand, dragging me under |
| [03:05.647] | It' s wonderful, it' s wonderful |
| [03:13.018] | Pulling me under, pulling me through |
| [03:22.194] | Tides are puling, pulling me back to you |
| [03:30.289] | Taking me over, making me new |
| [03:38.394] | It' s wonderful, it' s wonderful |
| [03:45.880] | Pulling me under, pulling me back to you |