| Song | Under the Boards |
| Artist | Saves the Day |
| Album | Under The Boards |
| 作曲 : Conley, Saves The Day | |
| I wanna crawl into the ground and not come out | |
| For 37 years when my life runs out | |
| A demon in my mouth, it spits words out | |
| Let everybody hate me, make me kill myself | |
| I want to lie below the weight of the sky | |
| And then I'll rise above the earth in a hurricane | |
| Spun into the wind with the whirlin' rain | |
| Reach into the top of a blackened sky | |
| Screamin' as I fall to the earth to die | |
| I want to lie below the weight of the sky | |
| So into the basement and under the boards, I'll go | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| I wanna rot all the roots of the rest of the life above | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| And I will not rise | |
| So into the basement and under the boards, I'll go | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| I wanna rot all the roots of the rest of the life above | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| And then I'll wait as the world wilts and nothing is left but smoke | |
| (whoa whoa) | |
| (ha ha ha) | |
| I will not rise |
| zuò qǔ : Conley, Saves The Day | |
| I wanna crawl into the ground and not come out | |
| For 37 years when my life runs out | |
| A demon in my mouth, it spits words out | |
| Let everybody hate me, make me kill myself | |
| I want to lie below the weight of the sky | |
| And then I' ll rise above the earth in a hurricane | |
| Spun into the wind with the whirlin' rain | |
| Reach into the top of a blackened sky | |
| Screamin' as I fall to the earth to die | |
| I want to lie below the weight of the sky | |
| So into the basement and under the boards, I' ll go | |
| whoa whoa | |
| To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow | |
| whoa whoa | |
| I wanna rot all the roots of the rest of the life above | |
| whoa whoa | |
| And I will not rise | |
| So into the basement and under the boards, I' ll go | |
| whoa whoa | |
| To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow | |
| whoa whoa | |
| I wanna rot all the roots of the rest of the life above | |
| whoa whoa | |
| And then I' ll wait as the world wilts and nothing is left but smoke | |
| whoa whoa | |
| ha ha ha | |
| I will not rise |