| 作曲 : Wrens | |
| entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late | |
| miss years to make words of what I'm missing | |
| shame I'm shaking, a loss, a crap | |
| hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack | |
| come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace | |
| having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole | |
| family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold | |
| entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared | |
| God knock me down again not a single thing I've done meant a scrap | |
| changed the stance of anyone thought by now I'd left the barn | |
| but I'm scared the fields, and I'm scared the houses, I'm scared the millers yard. |
| zuo qu : Wrens | |
| entry hundred fortyone me, the misser, the late | |
| miss years to make words of what I' m missing | |
| shame I' m shaking, a loss, a crap | |
| hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack | |
| come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace | |
| having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole | |
| family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudgehold | |
| entry hundred fortyone starts back when I dared | |
| God knock me down again not a single thing I' ve done meant a scrap | |
| changed the stance of anyone thought by now I' d left the barn | |
| but I' m scared the fields, and I' m scared the houses, I' m scared the millers yard. |
| zuò qǔ : Wrens | |
| entry hundred fortyone me, the misser, the late | |
| miss years to make words of what I' m missing | |
| shame I' m shaking, a loss, a crap | |
| hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack | |
| come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace | |
| having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole | |
| family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudgehold | |
| entry hundred fortyone starts back when I dared | |
| God knock me down again not a single thing I' ve done meant a scrap | |
| changed the stance of anyone thought by now I' d left the barn | |
| but I' m scared the fields, and I' m scared the houses, I' m scared the millers yard. |