| Song | Transliterator |
| Artist | DeVotchKa |
| Album | A Mad And Faithful Telling |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Devotchka, Urata | |
| Lady future's arms are lily white | |
| They stretch before you come inside | |
| There is room enough | |
| She is generous | |
| Come on, come up | |
| While we're still young | |
| You want to love your life from a prison? | |
| Of all this uninvited altruism | |
| The homemade weapons you are fashioning | |
| Are hellbent on doing us both in | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don't you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don't you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| Let's begin at the beginning | |
| Let us revisit the past | |
| Like when the houselights start dimming | |
| In silver screen photograph | |
| It makes a beautiful sound | |
| When nobody else is around | |
| It has a wonderful way | |
| Of eating up entire days | |
| We'll go swimming in libations | |
| Forgive unexplained lacerations | |
| These otherworldly manifestations | |
| We can all live in the breath you are wasting | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don't you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between here | |
| We go over again beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated let's wash our hands | |
| Of everything | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You don't owe them anything |
| zuo qu : Devotchka, Urata | |
| Lady future' s arms are lily white | |
| They stretch before you come inside | |
| There is room enough | |
| She is generous | |
| Come on, come up | |
| While we' re still young | |
| You want to love your life from a prison? | |
| Of all this uninvited altruism | |
| The homemade weapons you are fashioning | |
| Are hellbent on doing us both in | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| Let' s begin at the beginning | |
| Let us revisit the past | |
| Like when the houselights start dimming | |
| In silver screen photograph | |
| It makes a beautiful sound | |
| When nobody else is around | |
| It has a wonderful way | |
| Of eating up entire days | |
| We' ll go swimming in libations | |
| Forgive unexplained lacerations | |
| These otherworldly manifestations | |
| We can all live in the breath you are wasting | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between here | |
| We go over again beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated let' s wash our hands | |
| Of everything | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You don' t owe them anything |
| zuò qǔ : Devotchka, Urata | |
| Lady future' s arms are lily white | |
| They stretch before you come inside | |
| There is room enough | |
| She is generous | |
| Come on, come up | |
| While we' re still young | |
| You want to love your life from a prison? | |
| Of all this uninvited altruism | |
| The homemade weapons you are fashioning | |
| Are hellbent on doing us both in | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between | |
| Beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| Let' s begin at the beginning | |
| Let us revisit the past | |
| Like when the houselights start dimming | |
| In silver screen photograph | |
| It makes a beautiful sound | |
| When nobody else is around | |
| It has a wonderful way | |
| Of eating up entire days | |
| We' ll go swimming in libations | |
| Forgive unexplained lacerations | |
| These otherworldly manifestations | |
| We can all live in the breath you are wasting | |
| You better mean what you say | |
| Why don' t you say what you mean | |
| I never get anywhere | |
| I get the space in between here | |
| We go over again beautifully mutilated | |
| Instantly antiquated let' s wash our hands | |
| Of everything | |
| I will admit I almost always underestimate it | |
| You don' t owe them anything |