| Song | Song for Myla Goldberg |
| Artist | The Decemberists |
| Album | Her Majesty |
| 作曲 : Meloy | |
| Myla Goldberg | |
| Sets a steady hand upon her brow | |
| Myla Goldberg | |
| Hangs a crooked foor all upside down | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| Pretty hands do pretty things | |
| When pretty times arise | |
| Seraphim in seaweed swim | |
| Where stick-limbed | |
| Myla liesIt comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| Still now you're waiting to grow | |
| Inside you're old | |
| Sew wings to your pigeon toes | |
| Put paper to pen and spell out | |
| ElizaWe begin with sticky shins | |
| Make sticky then our shoes | |
| Shoes beget to clothes | |
| And hat 'til sticky's sticking too | |
| Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula | |
| Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula | |
| Listen in as shin-kicked | |
| JimRelates his story sad' | |
| Bout a boy who kicked | |
| Until his shins were all but rubber bands | |
| But now I know | |
| New York, | |
| I need New | |
| YorkI know | |
| I need unique | |
| New YorkI know | |
| New York, | |
| I need New | |
| YorkI know | |
| I need unique | |
| New YorkStill now you're waiting to grow | |
| Inside you're old | |
| Sew wings to your pigeon toes | |
| Put paper to pen and spell out | |
| ElizaEliza, | |
| ElizaIt comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around |
| zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
| Myla Goldberg | |
| Sets a steady hand upon her brow | |
| Myla Goldberg | |
| Hangs a crooked foor all upside down | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| Pretty hands do pretty things | |
| When pretty times arise | |
| Seraphim in seaweed swim | |
| Where sticklimbed | |
| Myla liesIt comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around, it comes around | |
| Still now you' re waiting to grow | |
| Inside you' re old | |
| Sew wings to your pigeon toes | |
| Put paper to pen and spell out | |
| ElizaWe begin with sticky shins | |
| Make sticky then our shoes | |
| Shoes beget to clothes | |
| And hat ' til sticky' s sticking too | |
| Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula | |
| Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula | |
| Listen in as shinkicked | |
| JimRelates his story sad' | |
| Bout a boy who kicked | |
| Until his shins were all but rubber bands | |
| But now I know | |
| New York, | |
| I need New | |
| YorkI know | |
| I need unique | |
| New YorkI know | |
| New York, | |
| I need New | |
| YorkI know | |
| I need unique | |
| New YorkStill now you' re waiting to grow | |
| Inside you' re old | |
| Sew wings to your pigeon toes | |
| Put paper to pen and spell out | |
| ElizaEliza, | |
| ElizaIt comes around, it comes around | |
| It comes around |