| Song | The Hazards of Sitting Beneath Palm Trees |
| Artist | Hayden |
| Album | Live @ Convocation Hall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Desser | |
| With your summer hat and smile | |
| You came here to leave there | |
| And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
| The men arrive with their one-track minds | |
| You like that they're there when they ask you the time | |
| They say what they do, and they'll do what you say | |
| And they'll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
| And you laugh, but not too hard | |
| And you look, but not too far | |
| Your eyes drift across the beach | |
| And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
| His face is red, and he's talking to breeze | |
| You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
| And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
| And I laugh, but not too hard | |
| And I look, but not too far |
| zuo ci : Desser | |
| With your summer hat and smile | |
| You came here to leave there | |
| And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
| The men arrive with their onetrack minds | |
| You like that they' re there when they ask you the time | |
| They say what they do, and they' ll do what you say | |
| And they' ll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
| And you laugh, but not too hard | |
| And you look, but not too far | |
| Your eyes drift across the beach | |
| And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
| His face is red, and he' s talking to breeze | |
| You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
| And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
| And I laugh, but not too hard | |
| And I look, but not too far |
| zuò cí : Desser | |
| With your summer hat and smile | |
| You came here to leave there | |
| And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
| The men arrive with their onetrack minds | |
| You like that they' re there when they ask you the time | |
| They say what they do, and they' ll do what you say | |
| And they' ll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
| And you laugh, but not too hard | |
| And you look, but not too far | |
| Your eyes drift across the beach | |
| And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
| His face is red, and he' s talking to breeze | |
| You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
| And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
| And I laugh, but not too hard | |
| And I look, but not too far |