| Song | Perfect Murder - Robert Smith Guide Vox |
| Artist | The Glove |
| Album | Blue Sunshine - Deluxe Edition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Robert Smith & Steven Severin | |
| Move inside my daydream | |
| Like fingers in a glove | |
| Twisting round and round and round | |
| Round and round and round with love | |
| The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white | |
| Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite | |
| The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky | |
| I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice | |
| Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin | |
| I turned their eyes blue children | |
| The perfect murder | |
| Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights | |
| That's when it starts | |
| But if you blink you'll miss the fun | |
| You'll lose their pretty hearts |
| zuo qu : Robert Smith Steven Severin | |
| Move inside my daydream | |
| Like fingers in a glove | |
| Twisting round and round and round | |
| Round and round and round with love | |
| The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white | |
| Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite | |
| The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky | |
| I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice | |
| Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin | |
| I turned their eyes blue children | |
| The perfect murder | |
| Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights | |
| That' s when it starts | |
| But if you blink you' ll miss the fun | |
| You' ll lose their pretty hearts |
| zuò qǔ : Robert Smith Steven Severin | |
| Move inside my daydream | |
| Like fingers in a glove | |
| Twisting round and round and round | |
| Round and round and round with love | |
| The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white | |
| Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite | |
| The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky | |
| I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice | |
| Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin | |
| I turned their eyes blue children | |
| The perfect murder | |
| Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights | |
| That' s when it starts | |
| But if you blink you' ll miss the fun | |
| You' ll lose their pretty hearts |