| Song | Skoots |
| Artist | The Swellers |
| Album | My Everest |
| 作曲 : Diener, Diener | |
| Death, another waste of plans | |
| I'm shaking, I can't stop my hands | |
| I'm writing words but I still lost my voice | |
| Shoved in the back room with old friends, we had no choice | |
| I never thought I'd see you here | |
| I don't have clothes like days like these | |
| I never thought they'd come to me | |
| But I'm still here | |
| It wasn't hell that turned you black | |
| The ashes did when you got back | |
| I'm sorry | |
| The same six at all the shows | |
| But now that its a funeral | |
| The room has overflowed | |
| So good of you to finally show support when the admissions free | |
| And the congregation shows their gratitude | |
| I don't have clothes like days like these | |
| I never thought they'd come to me | |
| But I'm still here | |
| It wasn't hell that turned you black | |
| The ashes did when you got back | |
| I'm sorry | |
| Would you have said what Father said you'd say? | |
| Is it hard to set words straight once you're away | |
| They made you speak out of your lifeless mouth | |
| I read words you wrote when you were around | |
| You'd want to be a tree strong in the ground | |
| And you would have said, Keep looking where your eyes are looking now |
| zuò qǔ : Diener, Diener | |
| Death, another waste of plans | |
| I' m shaking, I can' t stop my hands | |
| I' m writing words but I still lost my voice | |
| Shoved in the back room with old friends, we had no choice | |
| I never thought I' d see you here | |
| I don' t have clothes like days like these | |
| I never thought they' d come to me | |
| But I' m still here | |
| It wasn' t hell that turned you black | |
| The ashes did when you got back | |
| I' m sorry | |
| The same six at all the shows | |
| But now that its a funeral | |
| The room has overflowed | |
| So good of you to finally show support when the admissions free | |
| And the congregation shows their gratitude | |
| I don' t have clothes like days like these | |
| I never thought they' d come to me | |
| But I' m still here | |
| It wasn' t hell that turned you black | |
| The ashes did when you got back | |
| I' m sorry | |
| Would you have said what Father said you' d say? | |
| Is it hard to set words straight once you' re away | |
| They made you speak out of your lifeless mouth | |
| I read words you wrote when you were around | |
| You' d want to be a tree strong in the ground | |
| And you would have said, Keep looking where your eyes are looking now |