| 作词 : Andrews, Edwards | |
| I came here to | |
| be shallow | |
| And to watch you spill | |
| out all your dreams | |
| Sucked them up like a | |
| cool drink | |
| I was never too willing | |
| to leave | |
| Some empty friend | |
| Who talked me into sleep | |
| Sweet dreams | |
| And threw my wings | |
| Into the blazing sun | |
| Coughed a castle | |
| of crystal | |
| Across the bright yellow | |
| kitchen floor | |
| Watched the roaches | |
| grow kingly | |
| Served them death by | |
| the ivory sink shore | |
| Caught up in my | |
| thoughts a | |
| beehive swarming | |
| I can't swat you out your | |
| stories are too sweet | |
| Should've never | |
| believed you | |
| Why'd I ever believe you |
| zuo ci : Andrews, Edwards | |
| I came here to | |
| be shallow | |
| And to watch you spill | |
| out all your dreams | |
| Sucked them up like a | |
| cool drink | |
| I was never too willing | |
| to leave | |
| Some empty friend | |
| Who talked me into sleep | |
| Sweet dreams | |
| And threw my wings | |
| Into the blazing sun | |
| Coughed a castle | |
| of crystal | |
| Across the bright yellow | |
| kitchen floor | |
| Watched the roaches | |
| grow kingly | |
| Served them death by | |
| the ivory sink shore | |
| Caught up in my | |
| thoughts a | |
| beehive swarming | |
| I can' t swat you out your | |
| stories are too sweet | |
| Should' ve never | |
| believed you | |
| Why' d I ever believe you |
| zuò cí : Andrews, Edwards | |
| I came here to | |
| be shallow | |
| And to watch you spill | |
| out all your dreams | |
| Sucked them up like a | |
| cool drink | |
| I was never too willing | |
| to leave | |
| Some empty friend | |
| Who talked me into sleep | |
| Sweet dreams | |
| And threw my wings | |
| Into the blazing sun | |
| Coughed a castle | |
| of crystal | |
| Across the bright yellow | |
| kitchen floor | |
| Watched the roaches | |
| grow kingly | |
| Served them death by | |
| the ivory sink shore | |
| Caught up in my | |
| thoughts a | |
| beehive swarming | |
| I can' t swat you out your | |
| stories are too sweet | |
| Should' ve never | |
| believed you | |
| Why' d I ever believe you |