| Song | William Tell Override |
| Artist | Jets to Brazil |
| Album | Perfecting Loneliness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Schwarzenbach | |
| Caught making conversation to your teeth. | |
| Kite high in | |
| Tuesday ether. | |
| Been gone all week. | |
| People live for such a long time. | |
| Eighty years to get one right. | |
| Jet white like all day paper comes back blank. | |
| No time for conversation, too much to say. | |
| We think you'll live for such a long time now. | |
| You can take this as you like. | |
| This is the sun beating down your door. | |
| Feels like a gun, right between the eyes. | |
| Warm in your sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| White lies and dedication. | |
| Have a seat. | |
| Glass actor swing your hammer. | |
| This isn't me. | |
| I've been searching for the right kind. | |
| One who doesn't aim so high. | |
| This is the sun, a lifelong suicide, cold as a gun in hands that can't decide. | |
| Warm in her sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| When I took it to the man, he said, "We're doing all we can." | |
| Then he shook my hand | |
| This is the sun, closer than you know. | |
| Feels like a gun, shining through your window. | |
| Warm in the sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. |
| zuo ci : Schwarzenbach | |
| Caught making conversation to your teeth. | |
| Kite high in | |
| Tuesday ether. | |
| Been gone all week. | |
| People live for such a long time. | |
| Eighty years to get one right. | |
| Jet white like all day paper comes back blank. | |
| No time for conversation, too much to say. | |
| We think you' ll live for such a long time now. | |
| You can take this as you like. | |
| This is the sun beating down your door. | |
| Feels like a gun, right between the eyes. | |
| Warm in your sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| White lies and dedication. | |
| Have a seat. | |
| Glass actor swing your hammer. | |
| This isn' t me. | |
| I' ve been searching for the right kind. | |
| One who doesn' t aim so high. | |
| This is the sun, a lifelong suicide, cold as a gun in hands that can' t decide. | |
| Warm in her sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| When I took it to the man, he said, " We' re doing all we can." | |
| Then he shook my hand | |
| This is the sun, closer than you know. | |
| Feels like a gun, shining through your window. | |
| Warm in the sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. |
| zuò cí : Schwarzenbach | |
| Caught making conversation to your teeth. | |
| Kite high in | |
| Tuesday ether. | |
| Been gone all week. | |
| People live for such a long time. | |
| Eighty years to get one right. | |
| Jet white like all day paper comes back blank. | |
| No time for conversation, too much to say. | |
| We think you' ll live for such a long time now. | |
| You can take this as you like. | |
| This is the sun beating down your door. | |
| Feels like a gun, right between the eyes. | |
| Warm in your sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| White lies and dedication. | |
| Have a seat. | |
| Glass actor swing your hammer. | |
| This isn' t me. | |
| I' ve been searching for the right kind. | |
| One who doesn' t aim so high. | |
| This is the sun, a lifelong suicide, cold as a gun in hands that can' t decide. | |
| Warm in her sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. | |
| When I took it to the man, he said, " We' re doing all we can." | |
| Then he shook my hand | |
| This is the sun, closer than you know. | |
| Feels like a gun, shining through your window. | |
| Warm in the sunshine. | |
| William Tell override. |