| Song | Low Desert |
| Artist | R.E.M. |
| Album | New Adventures in Hi-Fi |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| It happened fast, it's over quick | |
| A little dust and the engine kicks | |
| Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
| Roll out, hits your windshield | |
| An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
| Time stands still | |
| Just call it now and you're on your way | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
| Broken casino and waterslides | |
| Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice | |
| Gravity flows on the power line | |
| Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
| This is a land could eat a man alive | |
| Say you'd leave it all behind | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| There's a radio tower that's egging me on | |
| Back to the place where you never belong | |
| Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
| Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
| If you had to guess or make a bet | |
| Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
| The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
| Tricked again, let go | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey |
| zuo ci : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| It happened fast, it' s over quick | |
| A little dust and the engine kicks | |
| Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
| Roll out, hits your windshield | |
| An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
| Time stands still | |
| Just call it now and you' re on your way | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
| Broken casino and waterslides | |
| Eighteenwheeler, payback dice | |
| Gravity flows on the power line | |
| Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
| This is a land could eat a man alive | |
| Say you' d leave it all behind | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| There' s a radio tower that' s egging me on | |
| Back to the place where you never belong | |
| Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
| Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
| If you had to guess or make a bet | |
| Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
| The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
| Tricked again, let go | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey |
| zuò cí : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
| It happened fast, it' s over quick | |
| A little dust and the engine kicks | |
| Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
| Roll out, hits your windshield | |
| An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
| Time stands still | |
| Just call it now and you' re on your way | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
| Broken casino and waterslides | |
| Eighteenwheeler, payback dice | |
| Gravity flows on the power line | |
| Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
| This is a land could eat a man alive | |
| Say you' d leave it all behind | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| There' s a radio tower that' s egging me on | |
| Back to the place where you never belong | |
| Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
| Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
| If you had to guess or make a bet | |
| Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
| The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
| Tricked again, let go | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey | |
| Hey, hey | |
| Hey |