| Song | Sinful, Wind-Borne |
| Artist | Motorpsycho |
| Album | Blissard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Saether, Sæther | |
| Sinful youth in overdrive | |
| Comatose ,but still alive | |
| Ugly rumours,wind-borne tell | |
| Of pissings in the wishing well | |
| How we lost our way back there | |
| Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
| We rode rings around our fears | |
| And couldn't have asked for more | |
| Endless summers in teenage lust | |
| Like rhinoceros on angel-dust | |
| Where nothing's ever happening | |
| Suburbia-mon amour | |
| There was no target we could miss | |
| Cruising cool on prejudice | |
| How could we've avoided this? | |
| Wise men ponder still... | |
| With the picks off of life's upper shelf | |
| The only place I found myself was | |
| Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
| Drenched in alcohol | |
| And when sun she came peeking through | |
| There wasn't much more to do | |
| Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
| And closed the door back in | |
| Not good,not nice, | |
| But we saw through all of their lies | |
| Not mean,not scared | |
| But there | |
| Sinful and wind-borne |
| zuo qu : Saether, S ther | |
| Sinful youth in overdrive | |
| Comatose , but still alive | |
| Ugly rumours, windborne tell | |
| Of pissings in the wishing well | |
| How we lost our way back there | |
| Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
| We rode rings around our fears | |
| And couldn' t have asked for more | |
| Endless summers in teenage lust | |
| Like rhinoceros on angeldust | |
| Where nothing' s ever happening | |
| Suburbiamon amour | |
| There was no target we could miss | |
| Cruising cool on prejudice | |
| How could we' ve avoided this? | |
| Wise men ponder still... | |
| With the picks off of life' s upper shelf | |
| The only place I found myself was | |
| Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
| Drenched in alcohol | |
| And when sun she came peeking through | |
| There wasn' t much more to do | |
| Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
| And closed the door back in | |
| Not good, not nice, | |
| But we saw through all of their lies | |
| Not mean, not scared | |
| But there | |
| Sinful and windborne |
| zuò qǔ : Saether, S ther | |
| Sinful youth in overdrive | |
| Comatose , but still alive | |
| Ugly rumours, windborne tell | |
| Of pissings in the wishing well | |
| How we lost our way back there | |
| Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
| We rode rings around our fears | |
| And couldn' t have asked for more | |
| Endless summers in teenage lust | |
| Like rhinoceros on angeldust | |
| Where nothing' s ever happening | |
| Suburbiamon amour | |
| There was no target we could miss | |
| Cruising cool on prejudice | |
| How could we' ve avoided this? | |
| Wise men ponder still... | |
| With the picks off of life' s upper shelf | |
| The only place I found myself was | |
| Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
| Drenched in alcohol | |
| And when sun she came peeking through | |
| There wasn' t much more to do | |
| Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
| And closed the door back in | |
| Not good, not nice, | |
| But we saw through all of their lies | |
| Not mean, not scared | |
| But there | |
| Sinful and windborne |