| Song | Death Of A Tune |
| Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
| Album | Awoo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gibb | |
| Silence from you is like | |
| The death of a tune, oh | |
| I have been driven down | |
| By those nursery rhymes, oh | |
| Am I troubled by youth | |
| To be wordless and useless? oh | |
| Wordless and you | |
| Wordless and you | |
| It's been the same forever | |
| It's the start of it all | |
| A congregation | |
| The meaning block | |
| Spring and summer | |
| When I enter the room | |
| I hear the chirp of a lark, oh | |
| Mumbling in a whine | |
| My own melody line, oh | |
| And if I sing to the wall | |
| I'd be killing them all, oh | |
| Killing them all | |
| Killing them all | |
| It's the same expression | |
| That's been used on them all | |
| A slow elation | |
| That can warm the flock | |
| Let's keep it together | |
| Am I just being used | |
| When I hear mostly lies? Oh | |
| In confusion, I think | |
| What a pity to rhyme, oh | |
| Smothering my own muse | |
| By a telepathy line, oh | |
| Telepathy line | |
| Telepathy line | |
| If we abstain forever | |
| We can start the love | |
| It's the same in heaven | |
| As they fall apart | |
| The mind recovers | |
| The soul is lost | |
| The body's my brother |
| zuo qu : Gibb | |
| Silence from you is like | |
| The death of a tune, oh | |
| I have been driven down | |
| By those nursery rhymes, oh | |
| Am I troubled by youth | |
| To be wordless and useless? oh | |
| Wordless and you | |
| Wordless and you | |
| It' s been the same forever | |
| It' s the start of it all | |
| A congregation | |
| The meaning block | |
| Spring and summer | |
| When I enter the room | |
| I hear the chirp of a lark, oh | |
| Mumbling in a whine | |
| My own melody line, oh | |
| And if I sing to the wall | |
| I' d be killing them all, oh | |
| Killing them all | |
| Killing them all | |
| It' s the same expression | |
| That' s been used on them all | |
| A slow elation | |
| That can warm the flock | |
| Let' s keep it together | |
| Am I just being used | |
| When I hear mostly lies? Oh | |
| In confusion, I think | |
| What a pity to rhyme, oh | |
| Smothering my own muse | |
| By a telepathy line, oh | |
| Telepathy line | |
| Telepathy line | |
| If we abstain forever | |
| We can start the love | |
| It' s the same in heaven | |
| As they fall apart | |
| The mind recovers | |
| The soul is lost | |
| The body' s my brother |
| zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
| Silence from you is like | |
| The death of a tune, oh | |
| I have been driven down | |
| By those nursery rhymes, oh | |
| Am I troubled by youth | |
| To be wordless and useless? oh | |
| Wordless and you | |
| Wordless and you | |
| It' s been the same forever | |
| It' s the start of it all | |
| A congregation | |
| The meaning block | |
| Spring and summer | |
| When I enter the room | |
| I hear the chirp of a lark, oh | |
| Mumbling in a whine | |
| My own melody line, oh | |
| And if I sing to the wall | |
| I' d be killing them all, oh | |
| Killing them all | |
| Killing them all | |
| It' s the same expression | |
| That' s been used on them all | |
| A slow elation | |
| That can warm the flock | |
| Let' s keep it together | |
| Am I just being used | |
| When I hear mostly lies? Oh | |
| In confusion, I think | |
| What a pity to rhyme, oh | |
| Smothering my own muse | |
| By a telepathy line, oh | |
| Telepathy line | |
| Telepathy line | |
| If we abstain forever | |
| We can start the love | |
| It' s the same in heaven | |
| As they fall apart | |
| The mind recovers | |
| The soul is lost | |
| The body' s my brother |