| Song | A Method |
| Artist | TV on the Radio |
| Album | Return To Cookie Mountain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Adebimpe | |
| Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything | |
| Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday | |
| In its stead, clicking along the curb | |
| Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve? | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| It's a broken poem, started up yesterday | |
| And it came true now, mind was on holiday | |
| It's an open road will we soon see the end | |
| It's an open book, a story to tell the band | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy | |
| I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies | |
| It's a rough wild world, could you please chaperone? | |
| It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the **** alone | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| There's a purple pain strangling yesterday | |
| There's a purple stain spattered on interstates | |
| It's an awkward stage grasping at anything | |
| 'Cause it's lost the page, can't find a word to say | |
| But they want you to | |
| Oh, they want you to | |
| Yes, they want you, too | |
| Oh, they want you, too | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know |
| zuo qu : Adebimpe | |
| Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything | |
| Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday | |
| In its stead, clicking along the curb | |
| Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve? | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| It' s a broken poem, started up yesterday | |
| And it came true now, mind was on holiday | |
| It' s an open road will we soon see the end | |
| It' s an open book, a story to tell the band | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| I' m a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy | |
| I' m a cold, base clown laughing at enemies | |
| It' s a rough wild world, could you please chaperone? | |
| It' s a mind field trip, oh leave it the alone | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| There' s a purple pain strangling yesterday | |
| There' s a purple stain spattered on interstates | |
| It' s an awkward stage grasping at anything | |
| ' Cause it' s lost the page, can' t find a word to say | |
| But they want you to | |
| Oh, they want you to | |
| Yes, they want you, too | |
| Oh, they want you, too | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know |
| zuò qǔ : Adebimpe | |
| Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything | |
| Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday | |
| In its stead, clicking along the curb | |
| Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve? | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| It' s a broken poem, started up yesterday | |
| And it came true now, mind was on holiday | |
| It' s an open road will we soon see the end | |
| It' s an open book, a story to tell the band | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| I' m a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy | |
| I' m a cold, base clown laughing at enemies | |
| It' s a rough wild world, could you please chaperone? | |
| It' s a mind field trip, oh leave it the alone | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| This is hardly the method you know | |
| There' s a purple pain strangling yesterday | |
| There' s a purple stain spattered on interstates | |
| It' s an awkward stage grasping at anything | |
| ' Cause it' s lost the page, can' t find a word to say | |
| But they want you to | |
| Oh, they want you to | |
| Yes, they want you, too | |
| Oh, they want you, too | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know | |
| Broken plates on dirty highways | |
| Pave the way for alien grace | |
| There is hardly a method you know |