| Song | people, the vehicles |
| Artist | Maritime |
| Album | We, the Vehicles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Maritime | |
| We were speaking softly behaving badly | |
| Our painted bodies in the secret morning | |
| You are not quiet across the wooden floor | |
| And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lights | |
| And I can't hear a thing underneath the door | |
| All the boys with directionless hair are rough | |
| Languorous girls in undertaker make up | |
| We the vehicles on our collision course | |
| Screaming like we've been blessed by a higher force | |
| And I can't hear a thing underneath the door | |
| No I can't hear anything | |
| Because everybody hear will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| And I can't hear a thing | |
| Because everybody here will always disappear | |
| This is no escape art | |
| Yeah everybody here will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| We the vehicles please |
| zuo qu : Maritime | |
| We were speaking softly behaving badly | |
| Our painted bodies in the secret morning | |
| You are not quiet across the wooden floor | |
| And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lights | |
| And I can' t hear a thing underneath the door | |
| All the boys with directionless hair are rough | |
| Languorous girls in undertaker make up | |
| We the vehicles on our collision course | |
| Screaming like we' ve been blessed by a higher force | |
| And I can' t hear a thing underneath the door | |
| No I can' t hear anything | |
| Because everybody hear will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| And I can' t hear a thing | |
| Because everybody here will always disappear | |
| This is no escape art | |
| Yeah everybody here will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| We the vehicles please |
| zuò qǔ : Maritime | |
| We were speaking softly behaving badly | |
| Our painted bodies in the secret morning | |
| You are not quiet across the wooden floor | |
| And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lights | |
| And I can' t hear a thing underneath the door | |
| All the boys with directionless hair are rough | |
| Languorous girls in undertaker make up | |
| We the vehicles on our collision course | |
| Screaming like we' ve been blessed by a higher force | |
| And I can' t hear a thing underneath the door | |
| No I can' t hear anything | |
| Because everybody hear will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| And I can' t hear a thing | |
| Because everybody here will always disappear | |
| This is no escape art | |
| Yeah everybody here will always disappear | |
| And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees | |
| We the vehicles please | |
| We the vehicles please |