| 作曲 : Moor | |
| Look out now, lumpy here | |
| With your military hands | |
| Whatever that they told you | |
| Oh no don't hold true | |
| Around these lands | |
| There's signals in the morning | |
| The freeze has caught the dew | |
| As fragile as she's stormy | |
| Careful don't storm in | |
| Like you do ' | |
| Cause she bruise easy | |
| You'll break the spell | |
| And she won't come around | |
| Where tenterhooks, slender hopes | |
| Won't make no sound | |
| Wouldn't you know it | |
| Couldn't you tell | |
| Now she's not far away | |
| Rising up, wising up | |
| To leave you some day | |
| They're black, they're blue | |
| These heavens | |
| The scars out in her eyes | |
| Could be cool easy pressure | |
| Oh, when the weapons lessen | |
| Who can tell... |
| zuo qu : Moor | |
| Look out now, lumpy here | |
| With your military hands | |
| Whatever that they told you | |
| Oh no don' t hold true | |
| Around these lands | |
| There' s signals in the morning | |
| The freeze has caught the dew | |
| As fragile as she' s stormy | |
| Careful don' t storm in | |
| Like you do ' | |
| Cause she bruise easy | |
| You' ll break the spell | |
| And she won' t come around | |
| Where tenterhooks, slender hopes | |
| Won' t make no sound | |
| Wouldn' t you know it | |
| Couldn' t you tell | |
| Now she' s not far away | |
| Rising up, wising up | |
| To leave you some day | |
| They' re black, they' re blue | |
| These heavens | |
| The scars out in her eyes | |
| Could be cool easy pressure | |
| Oh, when the weapons lessen | |
| Who can tell... |
| zuò qǔ : Moor | |
| Look out now, lumpy here | |
| With your military hands | |
| Whatever that they told you | |
| Oh no don' t hold true | |
| Around these lands | |
| There' s signals in the morning | |
| The freeze has caught the dew | |
| As fragile as she' s stormy | |
| Careful don' t storm in | |
| Like you do ' | |
| Cause she bruise easy | |
| You' ll break the spell | |
| And she won' t come around | |
| Where tenterhooks, slender hopes | |
| Won' t make no sound | |
| Wouldn' t you know it | |
| Couldn' t you tell | |
| Now she' s not far away | |
| Rising up, wising up | |
| To leave you some day | |
| They' re black, they' re blue | |
| These heavens | |
| The scars out in her eyes | |
| Could be cool easy pressure | |
| Oh, when the weapons lessen | |
| Who can tell... |