| Song | Tasman Awakens |
| Artist | Augie March |
| Album | Sunset Studies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Richards | |
| Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
| Unwax it. unplug it, | |
| What you discover in August nights, | |
| Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life - | |
| That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife. | |
| Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
| And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
| What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her - | |
| What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
| What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
| As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
| On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like - | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| They tell you what you have to do. |
| zuo qu : Richards | |
| Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
| Unwax it. unplug it, | |
| What you discover in August nights, | |
| Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life | |
| That kind of truth you can' t crack with a knife. | |
| Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
| And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
| What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her | |
| What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
| What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
| As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
| On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| They tell you what you have to do. |
| zuò qǔ : Richards | |
| Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
| Unwax it. unplug it, | |
| What you discover in August nights, | |
| Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life | |
| That kind of truth you can' t crack with a knife. | |
| Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
| And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
| What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her | |
| What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
| What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Little lights are burning bright in you | |
| Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
| As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
| On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
| That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
| They tell you what you have to do. |