| Song | What About the 37º? |
| Artist | Methyl Ethel |
| Album | Triage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Jake Webb |
| [00:00.939][Intro] | |
| [00:12.894] | It began with a mistake |
| [00:18.363] | A bribe, a pressure release |
| [00:24.281] | To drive toward liberty |
| [00:30.263] | Cursed into a vague goodbye |
| [00:34.245][Verse 1] | |
| [00:40.345] | You've entered the subtlety |
| [00:45.053] | Not exact, more deforming |
| [00:49.782] | Meanwhile, metamorphosis was unfolding |
| [00:54.908] | I'm holding onto anything I find, alright, alright |
| [01:01.558][Chorus] | |
| [01:10.375] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [01:16.159] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [01:21.698] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [01:27.674] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [01:32.341][Verse 2] | |
| [01:33.774] | What about the 37 degrees |
| [01:38.093] | We shared between our sheets and beneath our skin? |
| [01:44.740] | Our bodies are vessels for poisoning |
| [01:49.043] | But I won't do what I would do to survive, alright, alright |
| [01:59.015][Chorus] | |
| [02:04.501] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [02:10.259] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [02:15.730] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [02:21.508] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [02:26.054][Interlude] | |
| [02:30.810] | Comin' out, c-c-comin' out |
| [02:33.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:57.063] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [03:02.657] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [03:08.447] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [03:14.175] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [03:19.579][Outro] | |
| [03:20.458] | My thoughts have vanished to the room of my design |
| [03:26.120] | Collecting all of it awry |
| [03:31.639] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Jake Webb |
| [00:00.939][Intro] | |
| [00:12.894] | It began with a mistake |
| [00:18.363] | A bribe, a pressure release |
| [00:24.281] | To drive toward liberty |
| [00:30.263] | Cursed into a vague goodbye |
| [00:34.245][Verse 1] | |
| [00:40.345] | You' ve entered the subtlety |
| [00:45.053] | Not exact, more deforming |
| [00:49.782] | Meanwhile, metamorphosis was unfolding |
| [00:54.908] | I' m holding onto anything I find, alright, alright |
| [01:01.558][Chorus] | |
| [01:10.375] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [01:16.159] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [01:21.698] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [01:27.674] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [01:32.341][Verse 2] | |
| [01:33.774] | What about the 37 degrees |
| [01:38.093] | We shared between our sheets and beneath our skin? |
| [01:44.740] | Our bodies are vessels for poisoning |
| [01:49.043] | But I won' t do what I would do to survive, alright, alright |
| [01:59.015][Chorus] | |
| [02:04.501] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [02:10.259] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [02:15.730] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [02:21.508] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [02:26.054][Interlude] | |
| [02:30.810] | Comin' out, cccomin' out |
| [02:33.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:57.063] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [03:02.657] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [03:08.447] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [03:14.175] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [03:19.579][Outro] | |
| [03:20.458] | My thoughts have vanished to the room of my design |
| [03:26.120] | Collecting all of it awry |
| [03:31.639] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Jake Webb |
| [00:00.939][Intro] | |
| [00:12.894] | It began with a mistake |
| [00:18.363] | A bribe, a pressure release |
| [00:24.281] | To drive toward liberty |
| [00:30.263] | Cursed into a vague goodbye |
| [00:34.245][Verse 1] | |
| [00:40.345] | You' ve entered the subtlety |
| [00:45.053] | Not exact, more deforming |
| [00:49.782] | Meanwhile, metamorphosis was unfolding |
| [00:54.908] | I' m holding onto anything I find, alright, alright |
| [01:01.558][Chorus] | |
| [01:10.375] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [01:16.159] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [01:21.698] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [01:27.674] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [01:32.341][Verse 2] | |
| [01:33.774] | What about the 37 degrees |
| [01:38.093] | We shared between our sheets and beneath our skin? |
| [01:44.740] | Our bodies are vessels for poisoning |
| [01:49.043] | But I won' t do what I would do to survive, alright, alright |
| [01:59.015][Chorus] | |
| [02:04.501] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [02:10.259] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [02:15.730] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [02:21.508] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [02:26.054][Interlude] | |
| [02:30.810] | Comin' out, cccomin' out |
| [02:33.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:57.063] | Sewn it back into the garden |
| [03:02.657] | Open your hand, I want to try |
| [03:08.447] | Too late to feed us what you harvest |
| [03:14.175] | Too tough to cut it with a knife |
| [03:19.579][Outro] | |
| [03:20.458] | My thoughts have vanished to the room of my design |
| [03:26.120] | Collecting all of it awry |
| [03:31.639] |