| Song | Weightless Again |
| Artist | Cerys Matthews |
| Album | Cockahoop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sparks, Sparks | |
| We stopped for coffee in the redwood forest | |
| Giant dripping leaves spoons of powdered cream | |
| I wanted to kiss you but | |
| I wasn't sure how | |
| Like those | |
| Indians lost in the rainforest | |
| Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went | |
| They had had all forgotten how to light a fire | |
| That’s why people od on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again | |
| Those poor lost | |
| Indians when the white men found them | |
| Most died of | |
| TB the rest went insane | |
| In our motel room you were drinking slice and gin | |
| Reading Moby | |
| Dick on the other bed | |
| Remember the first time we slept together | |
| You said it felt like when you learn to float | |
| That's why people | |
| OD on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again |
| zuo qu : Sparks, Sparks | |
| We stopped for coffee in the redwood forest | |
| Giant dripping leaves spoons of powdered cream | |
| I wanted to kiss you but | |
| I wasn' t sure how | |
| Like those | |
| Indians lost in the rainforest | |
| Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went | |
| They had had all forgotten how to light a fire | |
| That' s why people od on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again | |
| Those poor lost | |
| Indians when the white men found them | |
| Most died of | |
| TB the rest went insane | |
| In our motel room you were drinking slice and gin | |
| Reading Moby | |
| Dick on the other bed | |
| Remember the first time we slept together | |
| You said it felt like when you learn to float | |
| That' s why people | |
| OD on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again |
| zuò qǔ : Sparks, Sparks | |
| We stopped for coffee in the redwood forest | |
| Giant dripping leaves spoons of powdered cream | |
| I wanted to kiss you but | |
| I wasn' t sure how | |
| Like those | |
| Indians lost in the rainforest | |
| Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went | |
| They had had all forgotten how to light a fire | |
| That' s why people od on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again | |
| Those poor lost | |
| Indians when the white men found them | |
| Most died of | |
| TB the rest went insane | |
| In our motel room you were drinking slice and gin | |
| Reading Moby | |
| Dick on the other bed | |
| Remember the first time we slept together | |
| You said it felt like when you learn to float | |
| That' s why people | |
| OD on pills | |
| And jump from the golden gate bridge | |
| Anything to feel weightless again |