| 作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
| I never thought that | |
| I would find myself | |
| In bed amongst the stones | |
| The columns are all men | |
| Begging to crush me | |
| No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes | |
| And no flags wave me home | |
| In the caves | |
| All cats are grey | |
| In the caves | |
| The textures coat my skin | |
| In the death cell | |
| A single note | |
| Rings on and on and on |
| zuo ci : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
| I never thought that | |
| I would find myself | |
| In bed amongst the stones | |
| The columns are all men | |
| Begging to crush me | |
| No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes | |
| And no flags wave me home | |
| In the caves | |
| All cats are grey | |
| In the caves | |
| The textures coat my skin | |
| In the death cell | |
| A single note | |
| Rings on and on and on |
| zuò cí : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
| I never thought that | |
| I would find myself | |
| In bed amongst the stones | |
| The columns are all men | |
| Begging to crush me | |
| No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes | |
| And no flags wave me home | |
| In the caves | |
| All cats are grey | |
| In the caves | |
| The textures coat my skin | |
| In the death cell | |
| A single note | |
| Rings on and on and on |