| Song | Radio Flyer's Last Journey (Album Version) |
| Artist | A Static Lullaby |
| Album | Faso Latido |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Static Lullaby | |
| It's cold, it's raining | |
| And everybody's hating me | |
| The snowflakes on gallows, | |
| that creates the fall sincerity | |
| (If I break you now I'll break the fall | |
| We had the world and lost it all | |
| You lay me down | |
| You lay me down) | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| (Why's it feel so right to cry | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| End this now) | |
| Lay me down | |
| On poison nails | |
| Lay me down | |
| In this bed | |
| It's warm, he's floating (floating) | |
| And the angels wings now carry him | |
| The radio flyer sends him | |
| But the mother now buries him | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| This spectacle of values results in her son crying | |
| I'll open this bottle of wine [x4] | |
| I'll open this bottle of wine [x4] |
| zuo qu : Static Lullaby | |
| It' s cold, it' s raining | |
| And everybody' s hating me | |
| The snowflakes on gallows, | |
| that creates the fall sincerity | |
| If I break you now I' ll break the fall | |
| We had the world and lost it all | |
| You lay me down | |
| You lay me down | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| Why' s it feel so right to cry | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| End this now | |
| Lay me down | |
| On poison nails | |
| Lay me down | |
| In this bed | |
| It' s warm, he' s floating floating | |
| And the angels wings now carry him | |
| The radio flyer sends him | |
| But the mother now buries him | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| This spectacle of values results in her son crying | |
| I' ll open this bottle of wine x4 | |
| I' ll open this bottle of wine x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Static Lullaby | |
| It' s cold, it' s raining | |
| And everybody' s hating me | |
| The snowflakes on gallows, | |
| that creates the fall sincerity | |
| If I break you now I' ll break the fall | |
| We had the world and lost it all | |
| You lay me down | |
| You lay me down | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| Why' s it feel so right to cry | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| Help me, I died last night | |
| End this now | |
| Lay me down | |
| On poison nails | |
| Lay me down | |
| In this bed | |
| It' s warm, he' s floating floating | |
| And the angels wings now carry him | |
| The radio flyer sends him | |
| But the mother now buries him | |
| Lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Splintering the bones | |
| You lay me down on thorns and nails | |
| Of the last to pass in his bed | |
| This spectacle of values results in her son crying | |
| I' ll open this bottle of wine x4 | |
| I' ll open this bottle of wine x4 |