| Song | Angeldust (Please Come Down) |
| Artist | Jump, Little Children |
| Album | Vertigo |
| 作曲 : Clifford | |
| The islands off the coast are on fire | |
| Yellow and crimson | |
| Just beyond calico beach | |
| The fire's ascension | |
| Of gasoline | |
| Burned red and green | |
| Is like the blazing corona | |
| Of a midnight sun | |
| Under the angeldust | |
| And the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye | |
| Of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I'm gonna get burned (yeah...) | |
| The islands off the coast are on fire | |
| Orange and violet | |
| Standing on a thundering beach | |
| Frozen in silence | |
| The rising sounds | |
| Of burning ground | |
| Is like the carbon echo | |
| Of a smoking gun | |
| Under the angeldust | |
| And the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye | |
| Of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I'm gonna get burned | |
| Just beyond the solution | |
| Of rolling seas and pollution | |
| Salted hands | |
| Salted lashes | |
| Salted wings | |
| Turned to ashes | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Standing on a turpentine beach | |
| The sky's growing blacker | |
| The imagery | |
| Seems clear to me | |
| A glowing symbol of danger | |
| On the horizon | |
| Under the angeldust and the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I'm gonna get burned | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I'm gonna get burned | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down |
| zuò qǔ : Clifford | |
| The islands off the coast are on fire | |
| Yellow and crimson | |
| Just beyond calico beach | |
| The fire' s ascension | |
| Of gasoline | |
| Burned red and green | |
| Is like the blazing corona | |
| Of a midnight sun | |
| Under the angeldust | |
| And the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye | |
| Of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I' m gonna get burned yeah... | |
| The islands off the coast are on fire | |
| Orange and violet | |
| Standing on a thundering beach | |
| Frozen in silence | |
| The rising sounds | |
| Of burning ground | |
| Is like the carbon echo | |
| Of a smoking gun | |
| Under the angeldust | |
| And the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye | |
| Of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I' m gonna get burned | |
| Just beyond the solution | |
| Of rolling seas and pollution | |
| Salted hands | |
| Salted lashes | |
| Salted wings | |
| Turned to ashes | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Standing on a turpentine beach | |
| The sky' s growing blacker | |
| The imagery | |
| Seems clear to me | |
| A glowing symbol of danger | |
| On the horizon | |
| Under the angeldust and the terminus | |
| The heavens have already been turned | |
| Caught in the circling eye of a cloudy high | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I' m gonna get burned | |
| Is the feeling that | |
| I' m gonna get burned | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down | |
| Please come down |