| Song | Cross Out the Eyes |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | Full Collapse |
| 作词 : Thursday | |
| Let's call this the quiet city | |
| Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights | |
| Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night | |
| The sides we take divide us from our faith | |
| And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire | |
| Asleep you set the fire in your own house | |
| And the night was a knife that cut | |
| And I'm paralyzed | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| Tearing this canvas from the wall | |
| We crossed out the eyes | |
| Put lines through these cries | |
| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed | |
| Hear voices from another room | |
| It happens all the time | |
| But July in the sand | |
| The leaves fall then | |
| And counting down our days to live | |
| Drain the blood from this | |
| ValentineWe can rise on the wings of the dove | |
| See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke | |
| We can rise like candles in the dark-yours always | |
| And an envelope marked with your new address | |
| Asleep you set the fire in your own house | |
| And the night was a knife that cut | |
| And I'm paralyzed | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| Tearing this canvas from the wall | |
| We crossed out the eyes | |
| Put lines through these cries | |
| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| CriesCross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| CriesIt was the first time face to face | |
| I'm crossing the line | |
| Talking to the other side of death | |
| Hearing the words that choke memories into flat lines | |
| I'm calling your name hoping | |
| For something to wash these dreams of you away | |
| Till we die | |
| Memories in flat lines | |
| Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies | |
| Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies | |
| Fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Stretches out of this world into the sound | |
| A trace of | |
| What can we do put a stop to the coming white days | |
| In a love song | |
| I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away | |
| Stretches out of this world | |
| Lets drive back the dead | |
| Stretches out of this world | |
| Stretches out of this world |
| zuò cí : Thursday | |
| Let' s call this the quiet city | |
| Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights | |
| Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night | |
| The sides we take divide us from our faith | |
| And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire | |
| Asleep you set the fire in your own house | |
| And the night was a knife that cut | |
| And I' m paralyzed | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| Tearing this canvas from the wall | |
| We crossed out the eyes | |
| Put lines through these cries | |
| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| Trees that fall | |
| A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed | |
| Hear voices from another room | |
| It happens all the time | |
| But July in the sand | |
| The leaves fall then | |
| And counting down our days to live | |
| Drain the blood from this | |
| ValentineWe can rise on the wings of the dove | |
| See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke | |
| We can rise like candles in the darkyours always | |
| And an envelope marked with your new address | |
| Asleep you set the fire in your own house | |
| And the night was a knife that cut | |
| And I' m paralyzed | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| Tearing this canvas from the wall | |
| We crossed out the eyes | |
| Put lines through these cries | |
| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| CriesCross out the eyes | |
| Blur all the lines | |
| CriesIt was the first time face to face | |
| I' m crossing the line | |
| Talking to the other side of death | |
| Hearing the words that choke memories into flat lines | |
| I' m calling your name hoping | |
| For something to wash these dreams of you away | |
| Till we die | |
| Memories in flat lines | |
| Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies | |
| Cross out the eyes when you said all these lies | |
| Fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field | |
| Cross out the eyes | |
| Stretches out of this world into the sound | |
| A trace of | |
| What can we do put a stop to the coming white days | |
| In a love song | |
| I' m hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away | |
| Stretches out of this world | |
| Lets drive back the dead | |
| Stretches out of this world | |
| Stretches out of this world |