| Song | Fox Confessor Brings The Flood |
| Artist | Neko Case |
| Album | Fox Confessor Brings The Flood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Case, Rigby | |
| Driving home | |
| I see those flooded fields | |
| How can people not know what beauty this is? | |
| I've taken it for granted my whole life | |
| Since the day | |
| I was born | |
| Clouds hang on these curves like me | |
| And I kneel to the wheel of the fox confessor | |
| On splendid heels | |
| And he shames me from my seat | |
| And on my guilty feet | |
| I follow him in retreat | |
| What purpose in these deeds | |
| Oh fox confessor please | |
| Who married me to these orphan blues | |
| It’s not for you to know | |
| But for you to weep and wonder | |
| When the death of your civilization precedes you | |
| Will I ever see you again? | |
| Will there be no one above me to put my faith in? | |
| I flooded my sleeves as | |
| I drove home again |
| zuo ci : Case, Rigby | |
| Driving home | |
| I see those flooded fields | |
| How can people not know what beauty this is? | |
| I' ve taken it for granted my whole life | |
| Since the day | |
| I was born | |
| Clouds hang on these curves like me | |
| And I kneel to the wheel of the fox confessor | |
| On splendid heels | |
| And he shames me from my seat | |
| And on my guilty feet | |
| I follow him in retreat | |
| What purpose in these deeds | |
| Oh fox confessor please | |
| Who married me to these orphan blues | |
| It' s not for you to know | |
| But for you to weep and wonder | |
| When the death of your civilization precedes you | |
| Will I ever see you again? | |
| Will there be no one above me to put my faith in? | |
| I flooded my sleeves as | |
| I drove home again |
| zuò cí : Case, Rigby | |
| Driving home | |
| I see those flooded fields | |
| How can people not know what beauty this is? | |
| I' ve taken it for granted my whole life | |
| Since the day | |
| I was born | |
| Clouds hang on these curves like me | |
| And I kneel to the wheel of the fox confessor | |
| On splendid heels | |
| And he shames me from my seat | |
| And on my guilty feet | |
| I follow him in retreat | |
| What purpose in these deeds | |
| Oh fox confessor please | |
| Who married me to these orphan blues | |
| It' s not for you to know | |
| But for you to weep and wonder | |
| When the death of your civilization precedes you | |
| Will I ever see you again? | |
| Will there be no one above me to put my faith in? | |
| I flooded my sleeves as | |
| I drove home again |