| Song | Black Box Recording |
| Artist | Firewater |
| Album | Psychopharmacology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A. | |
| Slung from the hoary heavens | |
| With disbelief suspended | |
| On a shining pendulum of faith | |
| Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
| Of burning cities gleaming | |
| Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
| And as the fuselage goes dark | |
| You're thinking ain't it funny | |
| Still owe some people money | |
| It's hard to keep from laughing | |
| No smoking sign is flashing | |
| Your mask descends without a sound | |
| Your starboard hope receding | |
| Even the sky is bleeding | |
| You sure could use a smoke right now | |
| And all the people wave their arms | |
| But you can't hear them screaming | |
| You're floating through the ceiling | |
| There's no gravity that can bring you down again | |
| It's almost over now | |
| And you hope they don't wake you up | |
| Now the sun is shining | |
| Somewhere the sun is shining | |
| But it sure ain't shining on you now |
| zuo qu : A. | |
| Slung from the hoary heavens | |
| With disbelief suspended | |
| On a shining pendulum of faith | |
| Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
| Of burning cities gleaming | |
| Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
| And as the fuselage goes dark | |
| You' re thinking ain' t it funny | |
| Still owe some people money | |
| It' s hard to keep from laughing | |
| No smoking sign is flashing | |
| Your mask descends without a sound | |
| Your starboard hope receding | |
| Even the sky is bleeding | |
| You sure could use a smoke right now | |
| And all the people wave their arms | |
| But you can' t hear them screaming | |
| You' re floating through the ceiling | |
| There' s no gravity that can bring you down again | |
| It' s almost over now | |
| And you hope they don' t wake you up | |
| Now the sun is shining | |
| Somewhere the sun is shining | |
| But it sure ain' t shining on you now |
| zuò qǔ : A. | |
| Slung from the hoary heavens | |
| With disbelief suspended | |
| On a shining pendulum of faith | |
| Hanging half awake and dreaming | |
| Of burning cities gleaming | |
| Beneath a sky of ash and slate | |
| And as the fuselage goes dark | |
| You' re thinking ain' t it funny | |
| Still owe some people money | |
| It' s hard to keep from laughing | |
| No smoking sign is flashing | |
| Your mask descends without a sound | |
| Your starboard hope receding | |
| Even the sky is bleeding | |
| You sure could use a smoke right now | |
| And all the people wave their arms | |
| But you can' t hear them screaming | |
| You' re floating through the ceiling | |
| There' s no gravity that can bring you down again | |
| It' s almost over now | |
| And you hope they don' t wake you up | |
| Now the sun is shining | |
| Somewhere the sun is shining | |
| But it sure ain' t shining on you now |