| Song | Fists Up |
| Artist | The Blow |
| Album | Paper Television |
| 作曲 : Blow | |
| I have tried | |
| My hopes have blossomed | |
| And my hopes have fried | |
| I tried to cut them all down, | |
| But I found hopes were still living deep inside, | |
| Like a team of renegade lovers | |
| Working long hours, sneaking around | |
| With a belief in the life of our love, | |
| Like a light at the end at the end | |
| Of a long tunnel, a struggle | |
| Fists up! | |
| For all their faith in what they've seen in your face | |
| They really do believe that if | |
| They hang on long enough | |
| That you'll come around | |
| And finally let it show, | |
| And all their hopes will be rewarded | |
| For their impetus to grow | |
| A Utopian peace could fall across the land | |
| You'll reach over for my hand | |
| You'll really want to hold my hand | |
| And I don't want to come to the point of this song, | |
| Because the point of this song | |
| Would have to be "so long" | |
| It gets hard | |
| The vigilantes can't agree on who's in charge | |
| They gave their souls for the cause, | |
| But the love that they were after is still at large | |
| See this faith in which they found allegiance | |
| Ripping at the seams as hope is running it's course | |
| The rebels just can't muster the force | |
| To walk the thin line between belief and delusion | |
| And fists up! | |
| For all their faith in what they've seen in your face | |
| They really did believe | |
| That if they'd hung on long enough | |
| That you'd come around | |
| And finally let it show | |
| And all their hopes would be rewarded | |
| For their impetus to grow | |
| Utopian peace would fall across the land | |
| You'd reach over for my hand, | |
| You'd have really wanted to hold my hand | |
| And I don't want to come to the point of this song | |
| because the point of this song | |
| would have to be "so long" [long long long long long long long] | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don't really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can't ever thrive | |
| If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don't really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can't ever thrive | |
| If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don't really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can't ever thrive | |
| If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don't really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can't ever thrive | |
| If I'm forced to keep proving it | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah ah-ah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ah-ah, ah | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don't really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can't ever thrive | |
| If I'm forced to keep proving it |
| zuò qǔ : Blow | |
| I have tried | |
| My hopes have blossomed | |
| And my hopes have fried | |
| I tried to cut them all down, | |
| But I found hopes were still living deep inside, | |
| Like a team of renegade lovers | |
| Working long hours, sneaking around | |
| With a belief in the life of our love, | |
| Like a light at the end at the end | |
| Of a long tunnel, a struggle | |
| Fists up! | |
| For all their faith in what they' ve seen in your face | |
| They really do believe that if | |
| They hang on long enough | |
| That you' ll come around | |
| And finally let it show, | |
| And all their hopes will be rewarded | |
| For their impetus to grow | |
| A Utopian peace could fall across the land | |
| You' ll reach over for my hand | |
| You' ll really want to hold my hand | |
| And I don' t want to come to the point of this song, | |
| Because the point of this song | |
| Would have to be " so long" | |
| It gets hard | |
| The vigilantes can' t agree on who' s in charge | |
| They gave their souls for the cause, | |
| But the love that they were after is still at large | |
| See this faith in which they found allegiance | |
| Ripping at the seams as hope is running it' s course | |
| The rebels just can' t muster the force | |
| To walk the thin line between belief and delusion | |
| And fists up! | |
| For all their faith in what they' ve seen in your face | |
| They really did believe | |
| That if they' d hung on long enough | |
| That you' d come around | |
| And finally let it show | |
| And all their hopes would be rewarded | |
| For their impetus to grow | |
| Utopian peace would fall across the land | |
| You' d reach over for my hand, | |
| You' d have really wanted to hold my hand | |
| And I don' t want to come to the point of this song | |
| because the point of this song | |
| would have to be " so long" long long long long long long long | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don' t really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can' t ever thrive | |
| If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don' t really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can' t ever thrive | |
| If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don' t really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can' t ever thrive | |
| If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don' t really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can' t ever thrive | |
| If I' m forced to keep proving it | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ahah ahah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ahah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ahah ahah, ah | |
| Ah, ah ah, ah ahah, ah | |
| It was perfect, you know, | |
| With just one little problem, | |
| The fact that it turns out | |
| You don' t really want it | |
| My love is a fortress, | |
| My love is the Louvre, | |
| But it can' t ever thrive | |
| If I' m forced to keep proving it |