| Song | Get Us Home |
| Artist | The Panics |
| Album | Cruel Guards |
| 作曲 : The Panics | |
| 作词 : The Panics | |
| I've seen his face before | |
| and I wonder what it means | |
| three lonely figures standing at my door | |
| and one he spoke to me | |
| with a letter from my home | |
| and a fever in his eyes | |
| a chill went through my bones | |
| and I bid my host goodbye | |
| he gave me no reply | |
| and I never looked behind | |
| You've gotta get us home right now | |
| There's no comfort in the cradle where | |
| we sleep | |
| It's a land of dark and wide | |
| It won't let us survive for free | |
| I made my way on trains, | |
| through the brick and the lanes | |
| where the burnt wrecks lay dead on | |
| the plains | |
| and it leaves your heart the same | |
| but it must be in disguise | |
| if in this distance is my prize | |
| out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick | |
| on the mind | |
| it's playing one on mine | |
| You've gotta get us home right now | |
| There's no comfort in the cradle where | |
| we sleep | |
| It's a land of dark and wide | |
| It won't let us survive for free | |
| You've gotta get us home | |
| you've gotta lay it in stone |
| zuò qǔ : The Panics | |
| zuò cí : The Panics | |
| I' ve seen his face before | |
| and I wonder what it means | |
| three lonely figures standing at my door | |
| and one he spoke to me | |
| with a letter from my home | |
| and a fever in his eyes | |
| a chill went through my bones | |
| and I bid my host goodbye | |
| he gave me no reply | |
| and I never looked behind | |
| You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
| There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
| we sleep | |
| It' s a land of dark and wide | |
| It won' t let us survive for free | |
| I made my way on trains, | |
| through the brick and the lanes | |
| where the burnt wrecks lay dead on | |
| the plains | |
| and it leaves your heart the same | |
| but it must be in disguise | |
| if in this distance is my prize | |
| out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick | |
| on the mind | |
| it' s playing one on mine | |
| You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
| There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
| we sleep | |
| It' s a land of dark and wide | |
| It won' t let us survive for free | |
| You' ve gotta get us home | |
| you' ve gotta lay it in stone |