| Song | Tame the Tiger |
| Artist | Marah |
| Album | 20,000 Streets Under the Sky |
| 作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| You can't always tame the tiger | |
| You can't always keep the change | |
| You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| When I wake up in the morning | |
| Sometimes I hear my mother cry | |
| The tiny weeps he tries to keep | |
| Quiet as a butterfly | |
| She straightens up and fills my cup | |
| With coffee and with cream | |
| Just then my Jerome wakes up | |
| And he begins to scream | |
| Chorus: | |
| You can't always tame the tiger | |
| You can't always keep the change | |
| You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| Later on the bus downtown | |
| I stare out at the rain | |
| The silent streaks of my son's teardrops | |
| Sliding down the window pane | |
| At my job in the hotel | |
| I strip the dirty beds | |
| No one leaves nothing behind | |
| Except their snakeskin sheds | |
| At a time when my world seems wrong | |
| My precious son come awake in a song | |
| Smiles at my little lullabye | |
| And takes tomorrow's hand | |
| My precious little man | |
| Chorus: | |
| You can't always tame the tiger | |
| You can't always keep the change | |
| You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| When I lay down in the evening | |
| Sometimes I hear a pistol pop | |
| But there's something out there in the night | |
| That don't want me to sit up |
| zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| You can' t always tame the tiger | |
| You can' t always keep the change | |
| You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| When I wake up in the morning | |
| Sometimes I hear my mother cry | |
| The tiny weeps he tries to keep | |
| Quiet as a butterfly | |
| She straightens up and fills my cup | |
| With coffee and with cream | |
| Just then my Jerome wakes up | |
| And he begins to scream | |
| Chorus: | |
| You can' t always tame the tiger | |
| You can' t always keep the change | |
| You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| Later on the bus downtown | |
| I stare out at the rain | |
| The silent streaks of my son' s teardrops | |
| Sliding down the window pane | |
| At my job in the hotel | |
| I strip the dirty beds | |
| No one leaves nothing behind | |
| Except their snakeskin sheds | |
| At a time when my world seems wrong | |
| My precious son come awake in a song | |
| Smiles at my little lullabye | |
| And takes tomorrow' s hand | |
| My precious little man | |
| Chorus: | |
| You can' t always tame the tiger | |
| You can' t always keep the change | |
| You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
| Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
| When I lay down in the evening | |
| Sometimes I hear a pistol pop | |
| But there' s something out there in the night | |
| That don' t want me to sit up |