| Song | Cleanse Song |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Cassadaga |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
| See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
| From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending | |
| Heard it loud and long the river's Om | |
| Time marching on to a madman's drum | |
| Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned | |
| And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
| And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
| Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting | |
| On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
| Someone wrote in red, "start over" | |
| So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
| Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
| Into saltless dinners | |
| Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
| Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
| Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
| Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
| Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
| When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
| So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
| You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
| In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |
| zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
| See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
| From the roof of a friend' s I watched an empire ending | |
| Heard it loud and long the river' s Om | |
| Time marching on to a madman' s drum | |
| Don' t forget what you' ve learned all you give is returned | |
| And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
| And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
| Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one' s expecting | |
| On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
| Someone wrote in red, " start over" | |
| So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
| Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
| Into saltless dinners | |
| Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
| Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
| Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
| Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
| Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
| When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
| So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
| You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
| In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |
| zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
| See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
| From the roof of a friend' s I watched an empire ending | |
| Heard it loud and long the river' s Om | |
| Time marching on to a madman' s drum | |
| Don' t forget what you' ve learned all you give is returned | |
| And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
| And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
| Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one' s expecting | |
| On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
| Someone wrote in red, " start over" | |
| So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
| Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
| Into saltless dinners | |
| Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
| Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
| Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
| Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
| Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
| When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
| So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
| You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
| In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
| Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
| It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |