| Song | In Bone |
| Artist | Curt Kirkwood |
| Album | Snow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkwood | |
| Orange skin and pearls | |
| Empty bottles filled with worlds | |
| Twenty minute war | |
| Crystal in the cattle store | |
| Kiss the Birdie's wing | |
| Happiness will make it sing | |
| Listen and be told | |
| Wind and time are now controlled | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That's known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That's known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That's known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone |
| zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
| Orange skin and pearls | |
| Empty bottles filled with worlds | |
| Twenty minute war | |
| Crystal in the cattle store | |
| Kiss the Birdie' s wing | |
| Happiness will make it sing | |
| Listen and be told | |
| Wind and time are now controlled | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone |
| zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
| Orange skin and pearls | |
| Empty bottles filled with worlds | |
| Twenty minute war | |
| Crystal in the cattle store | |
| Kiss the Birdie' s wing | |
| Happiness will make it sing | |
| Listen and be told | |
| Wind and time are now controlled | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone | |
| Dirty liquor talks | |
| Everything has turned to chalk | |
| Doubt that this was for | |
| Doubt that this was ever more | |
| In bone | |
| There is a marketplace | |
| They can do anything | |
| That' s known | |
| At home | |
| All of the human race | |
| know that their dreams are made | |
| In bone |