| Song | Notes On Air |
| Artist | Alejandro Escovedo |
| Album | The Boxing Mirror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Christoff, Gjersoe ... | |
| The interview where you spoke | |
| To the bleach in the stone | |
| You should have brought some tea | |
| Outside where the light | |
| Coats us in marzipan | |
| In pools of breast milk | |
| I had to bury my daughter today | |
| And I can't think about it too much | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| I am down to the beach | |
| Smoke condensed from telling stories | |
| Strolling through the neighborhood | |
| Clanking steel and discolored | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe |
| zuo ci : Allen, Christoff, Gjersoe ... | |
| The interview where you spoke | |
| To the bleach in the stone | |
| You should have brought some tea | |
| Outside where the light | |
| Coats us in marzipan | |
| In pools of breast milk | |
| I had to bury my daughter today | |
| And I can' t think about it too much | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| I am down to the beach | |
| Smoke condensed from telling stories | |
| Strolling through the neighborhood | |
| Clanking steel and discolored | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe |
| zuò cí : Allen, Christoff, Gjersoe ... | |
| The interview where you spoke | |
| To the bleach in the stone | |
| You should have brought some tea | |
| Outside where the light | |
| Coats us in marzipan | |
| In pools of breast milk | |
| I had to bury my daughter today | |
| And I can' t think about it too much | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| I am down to the beach | |
| Smoke condensed from telling stories | |
| Strolling through the neighborhood | |
| Clanking steel and discolored | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| Because you made a truce of rubber | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| Abiding in the unborn is symmetry | |
| And that one is always the refugee | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe | |
| You see a buck from the sky | |
| Trample a wandering doe |