| 作词 : Donelly, Greenwood | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| Your hair full of glass, | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a sheet on your back. | |
| So you're super-connected now? | |
| All the freaks gather around, | |
| And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
| For a piece of your personal space. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you've got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I'm closing the door. | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| With your hair full of glass, | |
| Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a curtain on your back. | |
| I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you've got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I'm closing the door. | |
| Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I'm spinning on a dime. | |
| Like you claim to do, | |
| Like now, like now. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
| Are you super-connected? | |
| Are you super-connected now? | |
| I'm spinning on a dime. | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| And I'm closing the door. |
| zuo ci : Donelly, Greenwood | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| Your hair full of glass, | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a sheet on your back. | |
| So you' re superconnected now? | |
| All the freaks gather around, | |
| And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
| For a piece of your personal space. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I' m closing the door. | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| With your hair full of glass, | |
| Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a curtain on your back. | |
| I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I' m closing the door. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Like you claim to do, | |
| Like now, like now. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
| Are you superconnected? | |
| Are you superconnected now? | |
| I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| And I' m closing the door. |
| zuò cí : Donelly, Greenwood | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| Your hair full of glass, | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a sheet on your back. | |
| So you' re superconnected now? | |
| All the freaks gather around, | |
| And the crowd in your bedroom waits | |
| For a piece of your personal space. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I' m closing the door. | |
| On your third broken window, | |
| With your hair full of glass, | |
| Saw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| Just a curtain on your back. | |
| I laugh. Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the wings you' ve got slapped on your back? | |
| Better climb in the window cause | |
| I' m closing the door. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Now I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Like you claim to do, | |
| Like now, like now. | |
| Are there heart strings connected | |
| To the poison coming out of your mouth? | |
| Are you superconnected? | |
| Are you superconnected now? | |
| I' m spinning on a dime. | |
| Throw your clothes in the hallway, | |
| And I' m closing the door. |