| Song | Less than you think |
| Artist | Wilco |
| Album | A ghost is born |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
| Your mind's a machine | |
| It's deadly and dull | |
| It's never been still and its will | |
| Has never been free | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| A high-pitched drum | |
| As your spine starts to shine | |
| You shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don't believe me | |
| There's so much less | |
| To this than you think | |
| It's almost gone | |
| The night is dissolving | |
| In a cup God lifts | |
| To toast the lightning | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| It's high-pitched and it hums | |
| Your spine starts to shine | |
| And you shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don't believe me | |
| There's so much less | |
| To this than you think |
| zuo ci : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
| Your mind' s a machine | |
| It' s deadly and dull | |
| It' s never been still and its will | |
| Has never been free | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| A highpitched drum | |
| As your spine starts to shine | |
| You shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don' t believe me | |
| There' s so much less | |
| To this than you think | |
| It' s almost gone | |
| The night is dissolving | |
| In a cup God lifts | |
| To toast the lightning | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| It' s highpitched and it hums | |
| Your spine starts to shine | |
| And you shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don' t believe me | |
| There' s so much less | |
| To this than you think |
| zuò cí : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
| Your mind' s a machine | |
| It' s deadly and dull | |
| It' s never been still and its will | |
| Has never been free | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| A highpitched drum | |
| As your spine starts to shine | |
| You shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don' t believe me | |
| There' s so much less | |
| To this than you think | |
| It' s almost gone | |
| The night is dissolving | |
| In a cup God lifts | |
| To toast the lightning | |
| Lightly tapping | |
| It' s highpitched and it hums | |
| Your spine starts to shine | |
| And you shiver at your soul | |
| A fist so clear and climbing | |
| Punches a hole | |
| In the sky | |
| So you can see | |
| For yourself | |
| If you don' t believe me | |
| There' s so much less | |
| To this than you think |