| Song | So Desperate |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Heretic Pride |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darnielle | |
| We were parked in your car | |
| In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard | |
| I had things I'd been meaning to say | |
| But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away | |
| And through the warm radio static | |
| I couldn't hear my stage directions | |
| And the fog on the windshield | |
| Obscured our sad reflections | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| We were parked near some trees | |
| And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees | |
| Had my hand in your hair | |
| Trying to keep my cool until it became too much to bear | |
| When we cracked the windows open | |
| Well, the air was just so sweet | |
| We could hear the cars ten feet away | |
| Out there in the street | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms |
| zuo ci : Darnielle | |
| We were parked in your car | |
| In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard | |
| I had things I' d been meaning to say | |
| But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away | |
| And through the warm radio static | |
| I couldn' t hear my stage directions | |
| And the fog on the windshield | |
| Obscured our sad reflections | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| We were parked near some trees | |
| And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees | |
| Had my hand in your hair | |
| Trying to keep my cool until it became too much to bear | |
| When we cracked the windows open | |
| Well, the air was just so sweet | |
| We could hear the cars ten feet away | |
| Out there in the street | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms |
| zuò cí : Darnielle | |
| We were parked in your car | |
| In our neutral meeting place, the Episcopalian churchyard | |
| I had things I' d been meaning to say | |
| But in the dazzling winter sun that late, I could feel them melt away | |
| And through the warm radio static | |
| I couldn' t hear my stage directions | |
| And the fog on the windshield | |
| Obscured our sad reflections | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| We were parked near some trees | |
| And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees | |
| Had my hand in your hair | |
| Trying to keep my cool until it became too much to bear | |
| When we cracked the windows open | |
| Well, the air was just so sweet | |
| We could hear the cars ten feet away | |
| Out there in the street | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms | |
| I felt so desperate | |
| In your arms |