| Song | A Widow's Toast |
| Artist | Neko Case |
| Album | Fox Confessor Brings The Flood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Case | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| The tears were warm, I feel them still | |
| Their heat to vapor and disperse | |
| And cloud our eyes with weary glaze | |
| You raise your glass and may exclaim | |
| 'I'll put my hands on the truth by God' | |
| But it's faster, love, than you and me | |
| Faster than the speed of gravity | |
| That's how it catches you from falling | |
| And how it always slips away | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| And better times | |
| And better times are coming still |
| zuo ci : Case | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| The tears were warm, I feel them still | |
| Their heat to vapor and disperse | |
| And cloud our eyes with weary glaze | |
| You raise your glass and may exclaim | |
| ' I' ll put my hands on the truth by God' | |
| But it' s faster, love, than you and me | |
| Faster than the speed of gravity | |
| That' s how it catches you from falling | |
| And how it always slips away | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| And better times | |
| And better times are coming still |
| zuò cí : Case | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| The tears were warm, I feel them still | |
| Their heat to vapor and disperse | |
| And cloud our eyes with weary glaze | |
| You raise your glass and may exclaim | |
| ' I' ll put my hands on the truth by God' | |
| But it' s faster, love, than you and me | |
| Faster than the speed of gravity | |
| That' s how it catches you from falling | |
| And how it always slips away | |
| Specters move like pilot flames | |
| Their widows toast at St. Angel | |
| Better times collide with now | |
| And better times | |
| And better times are coming still |