| Song | In The Yard, Behind The Church |
| Artist | Eels |
| Album | Blinking Lights And Other Revelations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mark Oliver Everett | |
| 作词 : Everett | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
| A safe place to rest the night away | |
| We will go down to the brook and | |
| Sit upon the overlook then | |
| Forget about the troubles of the day | |
| We will walk among the graves of | |
| Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
| Listen to the water flow softly by | |
| I will kiss you on the lips now | |
| And as the sky grows dark we'll strip down | |
| And let the water wash away all lies | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
| Gray stones as the garden's growing dim | |
| We will lay down on the ground and | |
| Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
| Where it no longer matters where you've been |
| zuo qu : Mark Oliver Everett | |
| zuo ci : Everett | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
| A safe place to rest the night away | |
| We will go down to the brook and | |
| Sit upon the overlook then | |
| Forget about the troubles of the day | |
| We will walk among the graves of | |
| Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
| Listen to the water flow softly by | |
| I will kiss you on the lips now | |
| And as the sky grows dark we' ll strip down | |
| And let the water wash away all lies | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
| Gray stones as the garden' s growing dim | |
| We will lay down on the ground and | |
| Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
| Where it no longer matters where you' ve been |
| zuò qǔ : Mark Oliver Everett | |
| zuò cí : Everett | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
| A safe place to rest the night away | |
| We will go down to the brook and | |
| Sit upon the overlook then | |
| Forget about the troubles of the day | |
| We will walk among the graves of | |
| Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
| Listen to the water flow softly by | |
| I will kiss you on the lips now | |
| And as the sky grows dark we' ll strip down | |
| And let the water wash away all lies | |
| In the yard, behind the church where | |
| Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
| Gray stones as the garden' s growing dim | |
| We will lay down on the ground and | |
| Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
| Where it no longer matters where you' ve been |