| Song | Lifter Puller |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Seven's Travels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| "Do you really feel? Honestly, I'm asking you of your heart | |
| I know I'm not asking you what you know of yourself | |
| I'm asking you of what you know of yourself | |
| Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
| "The Jezebelly." | |
| You don't know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don't know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don't know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don't know me | |
| You just left me | |
| And he was a man | |
| Or so he thought | |
| Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
| Second hand me down blessing | |
| She was short on patience | |
| Carried person hated every day people | |
| The plight of the pessimist | |
| Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
| Television and sexual moments | |
| But some times it gets so hopeless | |
| When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
| With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
| Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
| Seduced for fun | |
| Produce a lot of fight | |
| Two youths on the run | |
| Learning some truth about life | |
| And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
| The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
| And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
| She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
| Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
| I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
| The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
| Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
| 'Cause they were two perfect kids | |
| In a too perfect worlds | |
| Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
| Lets all take seats | |
| Please quiet during the performance | |
| Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
| Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
| Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
| Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
| Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
| Now she was smart | |
| She grew up with this complex | |
| That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
| And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
| Though he'd seen it all | |
| Until his all became that girl | |
| She said she loves the drugs | |
| But when she comes down | |
| She speaks about finishing | |
| She's convinced its the last visit | |
| He doesn't know the difference between come and go | |
| Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
| She dyed her hair black | |
| Maybe now she can relax | |
| Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
| He wears an old face and beer gut | |
| Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
| That comes from Mastercard | |
| He thinks she sleeps too much | |
| She thinks he spends too much | |
| He thinks her friends are jokes | |
| She thinks he's out of touch | |
| He thinks she drinks too much | |
| She think he thinks too much | |
| It's all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
| She has seen a lot of sex | |
| He tried to hide his resentment | |
| But there wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new | |
| But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see | |
| 'Cause even the time that they killed | |
| Was something that she wasn't accustomed to | |
| She never comprehended what to make of it | |
| He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
| Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
| The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren't leaving | |
| Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
| And live in that congested brain | |
| They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
| That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
| And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
| They'd re-check the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
| Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
| Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| " Do you really feel? Honestly, I' m asking you of your heart | |
| I know I' m not asking you what you know of yourself | |
| I' m asking you of what you know of yourself | |
| Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
| " The Jezebelly." | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| And he was a man | |
| Or so he thought | |
| Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
| Second hand me down blessing | |
| She was short on patience | |
| Carried person hated every day people | |
| The plight of the pessimist | |
| Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
| Television and sexual moments | |
| But some times it gets so hopeless | |
| When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
| With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
| Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
| Seduced for fun | |
| Produce a lot of fight | |
| Two youths on the run | |
| Learning some truth about life | |
| And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
| The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
| And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
| She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
| Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
| I can' t read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
| The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
| Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
| ' Cause they were two perfect kids | |
| In a too perfect worlds | |
| Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
| Lets all take seats | |
| Please quiet during the performance | |
| Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
| Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
| Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
| Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
| Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
| Now she was smart | |
| She grew up with this complex | |
| That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
| And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
| Though he' d seen it all | |
| Until his all became that girl | |
| She said she loves the drugs | |
| But when she comes down | |
| She speaks about finishing | |
| She' s convinced its the last visit | |
| He doesn' t know the difference between come and go | |
| Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
| She dyed her hair black | |
| Maybe now she can relax | |
| Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
| He wears an old face and beer gut | |
| Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
| That comes from Mastercard | |
| He thinks she sleeps too much | |
| She thinks he spends too much | |
| He thinks her friends are jokes | |
| She thinks he' s out of touch | |
| He thinks she drinks too much | |
| She think he thinks too much | |
| It' s all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
| She has seen a lot of sex | |
| He tried to hide his resentment | |
| But there wasn' t nothing thing left for them to label new | |
| But sometimes the obvious ain' t simple to see | |
| ' Cause even the time that they killed | |
| Was something that she wasn' t accustomed to | |
| She never comprehended what to make of it | |
| He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
| Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
| The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren' t leaving | |
| Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
| And live in that congested brain | |
| They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
| That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
| And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
| They' d recheck the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
| Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
| Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| " Do you really feel? Honestly, I' m asking you of your heart | |
| I know I' m not asking you what you know of yourself | |
| I' m asking you of what you know of yourself | |
| Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
| " The Jezebelly." | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| You don' t know me | |
| You just left me | |
| And he was a man | |
| Or so he thought | |
| Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
| Second hand me down blessing | |
| She was short on patience | |
| Carried person hated every day people | |
| The plight of the pessimist | |
| Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
| Television and sexual moments | |
| But some times it gets so hopeless | |
| When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
| With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
| Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
| Seduced for fun | |
| Produce a lot of fight | |
| Two youths on the run | |
| Learning some truth about life | |
| And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
| The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
| And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
| She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
| Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
| I can' t read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
| The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
| Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
| ' Cause they were two perfect kids | |
| In a too perfect worlds | |
| Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
| Lets all take seats | |
| Please quiet during the performance | |
| Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
| Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
| Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
| Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
| Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
| Now she was smart | |
| She grew up with this complex | |
| That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
| And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
| Though he' d seen it all | |
| Until his all became that girl | |
| She said she loves the drugs | |
| But when she comes down | |
| She speaks about finishing | |
| She' s convinced its the last visit | |
| He doesn' t know the difference between come and go | |
| Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
| She dyed her hair black | |
| Maybe now she can relax | |
| Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
| He wears an old face and beer gut | |
| Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
| That comes from Mastercard | |
| He thinks she sleeps too much | |
| She thinks he spends too much | |
| He thinks her friends are jokes | |
| She thinks he' s out of touch | |
| He thinks she drinks too much | |
| She think he thinks too much | |
| It' s all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
| She has seen a lot of sex | |
| He tried to hide his resentment | |
| But there wasn' t nothing thing left for them to label new | |
| But sometimes the obvious ain' t simple to see | |
| ' Cause even the time that they killed | |
| Was something that she wasn' t accustomed to | |
| She never comprehended what to make of it | |
| He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
| Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
| The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren' t leaving | |
| Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
| And live in that congested brain | |
| They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
| That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
| And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
| They' d recheck the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
| Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
| Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
| And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |