| Song | Sand and Glue |
| Artist | I Am Kloot |
| Album | Gods and Monsters |
| 作曲 : Bramwell | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I'll do, with you | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I do, with you | |
| What good is god or laughter, if you dont know what you're after whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do, | |
| You're gutless and over-reaching, blessed and always preaching whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I'll do, to you | |
| I'll tell you what | |
| I thinks funny, you've got the looks and money you | |
| Make up the things that you do | |
| Godless and without meaning, nothing left to believe in whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue |
| zuò qǔ : Bramwell | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I' ll do, with you | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I do, with you | |
| What good is god or laughter, if you dont know what you' re after whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do, | |
| You' re gutless and overreaching, blessed and always preaching whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue | |
| Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what | |
| I' ll do, to you | |
| I' ll tell you what | |
| I thinks funny, you' ve got the looks and money you | |
| Make up the things that you do | |
| Godless and without meaning, nothing left to believe in whoo | |
| Makes up the things that you do | |
| Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue |