| Song | From Adam To Eve |
| Artist | Nigel Kennedy |
| Album | Kafka |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kennedy | |
| Night above the street hung like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| And Mary Magdalene cracked a joke (hm) | |
| Lost among the scriptures that she wrote | |
| Johnny Apollo before the change | |
| Chaos of regrets a human cage | |
| In Georgiana Street Camden Town | |
| (The years of shame were cut away) | |
| The buses and the cabs are slowing down | |
| (I changed each moment of this day) | |
| Look at me, see what I've become | |
| Look at me, feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I've become | |
| Look at me, I'm feminine, feminine | |
| He kneels above the line as if to pray | |
| Take him to the hills above the bay | |
| Mechanical pianos fill his head | |
| (I'm proud of being so feminine) | |
| Another year like this and he'll be dead | |
| (The snake that shed it's final skin) | |
| I'm not the girl I want to be | |
| I'm not supposed to be like me | |
| The boy will not become a man | |
| Apollo's got another plan | |
| Look at me, see what I've become | |
| Look at me, I'm feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I've become | |
| Look at me, I'm feminine, feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I'm feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I'm feminine | |
| Feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine | |
| Night above the street hangs like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| Johnny Apollo a man no more | |
| (The years of pain were cut away) | |
| I'm not the man I was before | |
| (That change each moment of this day) | |
| ??? | |
| I'm not the man I was before | |
| The woman in your life your God your soul |
| zuo qu : Kennedy | |
| Night above the street hung like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| And Mary Magdalene cracked a joke hm | |
| Lost among the scriptures that she wrote | |
| Johnny Apollo before the change | |
| Chaos of regrets a human cage | |
| In Georgiana Street Camden Town | |
| The years of shame were cut away | |
| The buses and the cabs are slowing down | |
| I changed each moment of this day | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine, feminine | |
| He kneels above the line as if to pray | |
| Take him to the hills above the bay | |
| Mechanical pianos fill his head | |
| I' m proud of being so feminine | |
| Another year like this and he' ll be dead | |
| The snake that shed it' s final skin | |
| I' m not the girl I want to be | |
| I' m not supposed to be like me | |
| The boy will not become a man | |
| Apollo' s got another plan | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine, feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine | |
| Night above the street hangs like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| Johnny Apollo a man no more | |
| The years of pain were cut away | |
| I' m not the man I was before | |
| That change each moment of this day | |
| ??? | |
| I' m not the man I was before | |
| The woman in your life your God your soul |
| zuò qǔ : Kennedy | |
| Night above the street hung like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| And Mary Magdalene cracked a joke hm | |
| Lost among the scriptures that she wrote | |
| Johnny Apollo before the change | |
| Chaos of regrets a human cage | |
| In Georgiana Street Camden Town | |
| The years of shame were cut away | |
| The buses and the cabs are slowing down | |
| I changed each moment of this day | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine, feminine | |
| He kneels above the line as if to pray | |
| Take him to the hills above the bay | |
| Mechanical pianos fill his head | |
| I' m proud of being so feminine | |
| Another year like this and he' ll be dead | |
| The snake that shed it' s final skin | |
| I' m not the girl I want to be | |
| I' m not supposed to be like me | |
| The boy will not become a man | |
| Apollo' s got another plan | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Look at me, see what I' ve become | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine, feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Look at me, touch my skin | |
| Look at me, I' m feminine | |
| Feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine, feminine | |
| Night above the street hangs like a cloak | |
| Black ribbons of rain began to soak | |
| Johnny Apollo a man no more | |
| The years of pain were cut away | |
| I' m not the man I was before | |
| That change each moment of this day | |
| ??? | |
| I' m not the man I was before | |
| The woman in your life your God your soul |