| Song | The Misfit |
| Artist | Oneida |
| Album | Happy New Year |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Oneida | |
| I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra's static surface | |
| Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose | |
| The Misfit's empty presence drags me to the earth and matter | |
| The sun stops my waking dream | |
| Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder. | |
| Alone among assembled souls it's later in the evening | |
| Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons | |
| He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs | |
| Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs. | |
| Climb inside the cockpit and he's hanging on the wing | |
| I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing. | |
| Floating in the air, my body's still chained to my bed | |
| I wander through the walls; I wonder if I'm dead. | |
| Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake | |
| His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks. |
| zuo qu : Oneida | |
| I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra' s static surface | |
| Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose | |
| The Misfit' s empty presence drags me to the earth and matter | |
| The sun stops my waking dream | |
| Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder. | |
| Alone among assembled souls it' s later in the evening | |
| Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons | |
| He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs | |
| Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs. | |
| Climb inside the cockpit and he' s hanging on the wing | |
| I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing. | |
| Floating in the air, my body' s still chained to my bed | |
| I wander through the walls I wonder if I' m dead. | |
| Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake | |
| His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks. |
| zuò qǔ : Oneida | |
| I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra' s static surface | |
| Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose | |
| The Misfit' s empty presence drags me to the earth and matter | |
| The sun stops my waking dream | |
| Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder. | |
| Alone among assembled souls it' s later in the evening | |
| Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons | |
| He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs | |
| Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs. | |
| Climb inside the cockpit and he' s hanging on the wing | |
| I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing. | |
| Floating in the air, my body' s still chained to my bed | |
| I wander through the walls I wonder if I' m dead. | |
| Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake | |
| His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks. |