| Song | The Itchy Glowbo Blow |
| Artist | Cocteau Twins |
| Album | Blue Bell Knoll (Remastered) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cocteau Twins | |
| Still stepping over me | |
| Little, he needs | |
| (didn't he? how hadn't he?) | |
| Little, you may need | |
| And you know how sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You've chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| And look at your goals | |
| Standing at his feet | |
| (didn't he? how hadn't he?) | |
| Sometimes he flailed | |
| But you're glad he cares | |
| But you're glad he | |
| And you died sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You've chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| For him? for yourself? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| (didn't he? how hadn't he?) | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| And you died | |
| Did i see dark lines? | |
| So, what have you got now? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| (didn't he? how hadn't he?) | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| The spirit of life fires me now (x3) | |
| The spirit of life fires me |
| zuo ci : Cocteau Twins | |
| Still stepping over me | |
| Little, he needs | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Little, you may need | |
| And you know how sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You' ve chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| And look at your goals | |
| Standing at his feet | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Sometimes he flailed | |
| But you' re glad he cares | |
| But you' re glad he | |
| And you died sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You' ve chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| For him? for yourself? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| And you died | |
| Did i see dark lines? | |
| So, what have you got now? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| The spirit of life fires me now x3 | |
| The spirit of life fires me |
| zuò cí : Cocteau Twins | |
| Still stepping over me | |
| Little, he needs | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Little, you may need | |
| And you know how sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You' ve chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| And look at your goals | |
| Standing at his feet | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Sometimes he flailed | |
| But you' re glad he cares | |
| But you' re glad he | |
| And you died sometimes | |
| When your face gives right in to him | |
| You' ve chosen your life for your man, yea | |
| For him? for yourself? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| And you died | |
| Did i see dark lines? | |
| So, what have you got now? | |
| Futile, in love | |
| didn' t he? how hadn' t he? | |
| Futile is this fever | |
| The spirit of life fires me now x3 | |
| The spirit of life fires me |