| Song | Escape Artists Never Die |
| Artist | Funeral for a Friend |
| Album | Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation |
| 作曲 : Funeral For A Friend | |
| The red poison of your lips | |
| The red poison of your eyes | |
| Is where I kissed the blood from, | |
| Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the white of your smile. | |
| Up to my neck | |
| When I'm breathing without you, without you | |
| Up to my eyes | |
| And I'm seeing without you, without you | |
| We'll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We'll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We need some leverage | |
| We can't seem to open up | |
| The locks are far too tight | |
| And the chains are far too strong, far too strong. | |
| Up to my eyes | |
| And I'm seeing without you, without you | |
| Up to my heart | |
| When I'm bleeding without you, without you. | |
| We'll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We'll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I'm dying here in front of you | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I'm dying here in front of you. | |
| With a hundred thousands lights | |
| Timing as everything will | |
| With a hundred thousand lights | |
| Timing, timing is everything to me | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I'm dying here in front of you | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I'm dying here in front of you. | |
| It's everything | |
| It's everything | |
| Timing is everything. It's everything. |
| zuò qǔ : Funeral For A Friend | |
| The red poison of your lips | |
| The red poison of your eyes | |
| Is where I kissed the blood from, | |
| Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the white of your smile. | |
| Up to my neck | |
| When I' m breathing without you, without you | |
| Up to my eyes | |
| And I' m seeing without you, without you | |
| We' ll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We' ll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We need some leverage | |
| We can' t seem to open up | |
| The locks are far too tight | |
| And the chains are far too strong, far too strong. | |
| Up to my eyes | |
| And I' m seeing without you, without you | |
| Up to my heart | |
| When I' m bleeding without you, without you. | |
| We' ll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| We' ll start a fire, | |
| And burn some bridges | |
| And make it out of here tonight | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I' m dying here in front of you | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I' m dying here in front of you. | |
| With a hundred thousands lights | |
| Timing as everything will | |
| With a hundred thousand lights | |
| Timing, timing is everything to me | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I' m dying here in front of you | |
| Please someone help me | |
| I' m dying here in front of you. | |
| It' s everything | |
| It' s everything | |
| Timing is everything. It' s everything. |