| Song | In Corolla |
| Artist | The Mountain Goats |
| Album | Get Lonely |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruno, Darnielle | |
| The day I turned my back on all you people | |
| I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
| Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
| When my transformation comes | |
| I went down to the warm, warm water | |
| Saw a pelican fly past | |
| Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
| I went wading through the grass | |
| And no one was gonna come and get me | |
| There wasn't anybody gonna know | |
| Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
| Every single place I go | |
| And it was cool and it was quiet | |
| In the humid marsh down there | |
| I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
| Felt it gumming up my hair | |
| The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
| The last time that I turned my back on you | |
| I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
| It was the best that I could do | |
| And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
| The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
| Here's hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
| All that water rushing in |
| zuo ci : Bruno, Darnielle | |
| The day I turned my back on all you people | |
| I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
| Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
| When my transformation comes | |
| I went down to the warm, warm water | |
| Saw a pelican fly past | |
| Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
| I went wading through the grass | |
| And no one was gonna come and get me | |
| There wasn' t anybody gonna know | |
| Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
| Every single place I go | |
| And it was cool and it was quiet | |
| In the humid marsh down there | |
| I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
| Felt it gumming up my hair | |
| The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
| The last time that I turned my back on you | |
| I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
| It was the best that I could do | |
| And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
| The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
| Here' s hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
| All that water rushing in |
| zuò cí : Bruno, Darnielle | |
| The day I turned my back on all you people | |
| I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
| Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
| When my transformation comes | |
| I went down to the warm, warm water | |
| Saw a pelican fly past | |
| Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
| I went wading through the grass | |
| And no one was gonna come and get me | |
| There wasn' t anybody gonna know | |
| Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
| Every single place I go | |
| And it was cool and it was quiet | |
| In the humid marsh down there | |
| I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
| Felt it gumming up my hair | |
| The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
| The last time that I turned my back on you | |
| I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
| It was the best that I could do | |
| And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
| The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
| Here' s hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
| All that water rushing in |