| Song | Delicate Cutters |
| Artist | Throwing Muses |
| Album | Throwing Muses [1986] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hersh | |
| It's just the lack | |
| Of time I keep | |
| Reaching out, lashing out | |
| It's just the lines | |
| Run down the walls | |
| I can't believe they never fall | |
| The walls never leave | |
| And the walls begin to scream | |
| Ahhh | |
| And my toes against the wall | |
| I stare ahead | |
| The door inside the wall | |
| Your face inside the door | |
| You crawl across the room | |
| The picture never moves | |
| My books are very still | |
| You slide to my feet | |
| You slide across the floor | |
| I | |
| Throw your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my head through a window | |
| Crash | |
| Like poetry | |
| It's four o'clock, I'm waiting | |
| Your face appears | |
| I keep forgetting your name | |
| While I'm writing this, you | |
| You crash through the wall | |
| You fall off the floor | |
| I | |
| Slide your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my hands through the window | |
| Crash | |
| Like gods | |
| A room | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
| All but one of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| (Remember) | |
| Opening the doors | |
| This has another ending | |
| Full of innocent children | |
| One of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| This has another ending | |
| (Remember the room) | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| Opening the doors |
| zuo ci : Hersh | |
| It' s just the lack | |
| Of time I keep | |
| Reaching out, lashing out | |
| It' s just the lines | |
| Run down the walls | |
| I can' t believe they never fall | |
| The walls never leave | |
| And the walls begin to scream | |
| Ahhh | |
| And my toes against the wall | |
| I stare ahead | |
| The door inside the wall | |
| Your face inside the door | |
| You crawl across the room | |
| The picture never moves | |
| My books are very still | |
| You slide to my feet | |
| You slide across the floor | |
| I | |
| Throw your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my head through a window | |
| Crash | |
| Like poetry | |
| It' s four o' clock, I' m waiting | |
| Your face appears | |
| I keep forgetting your name | |
| While I' m writing this, you | |
| You crash through the wall | |
| You fall off the floor | |
| I | |
| Slide your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my hands through the window | |
| Crash | |
| Like gods | |
| A room | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
| All but one of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| Remember | |
| Opening the doors | |
| This has another ending | |
| Full of innocent children | |
| One of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| This has another ending | |
| Remember the room | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| Opening the doors |
| zuò cí : Hersh | |
| It' s just the lack | |
| Of time I keep | |
| Reaching out, lashing out | |
| It' s just the lines | |
| Run down the walls | |
| I can' t believe they never fall | |
| The walls never leave | |
| And the walls begin to scream | |
| Ahhh | |
| And my toes against the wall | |
| I stare ahead | |
| The door inside the wall | |
| Your face inside the door | |
| You crawl across the room | |
| The picture never moves | |
| My books are very still | |
| You slide to my feet | |
| You slide across the floor | |
| I | |
| Throw your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my head through a window | |
| Crash | |
| Like poetry | |
| It' s four o' clock, I' m waiting | |
| Your face appears | |
| I keep forgetting your name | |
| While I' m writing this, you | |
| You crash through the wall | |
| You fall off the floor | |
| I | |
| Slide your head across the ice | |
| I | |
| Throw my hands through the window | |
| Crash | |
| Like gods | |
| A room | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
| All but one of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| Remember | |
| Opening the doors | |
| This has another ending | |
| Full of innocent children | |
| One of them are closed | |
| She goes around | |
| This has another ending | |
| Remember the room | |
| Full of delicate cutters | |
| Opening the doors |