| Song | Within Without |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Eve |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Linford Detweiler/Ric Hordinski | |
| Is it because I cannot see you | |
| That you feel so free to steal | |
| My excess baggage full of darkness and despair | |
| While I fumble with my locks | |
| You're content to stand and knock | |
| Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare | |
| Do you know they call it arson | |
| Setting fires without permission | |
| In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too | |
| Though your lack of inhibition | |
| Captures my imagination | |
| I end up a wiser person thanks to you | |
| It's coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Then there is your flare for murder | |
| There's a dagger in the border | |
| Of your cloak and I suspect a captain's gun | |
| As you put to death suspicions | |
| Kindly kill my fears as well | |
| Exorcise and slay the demons one by one | |
| Though I'm usually pacifistic | |
| You are mercifully sadistic | |
| And I didn't know that murder could be good | |
| But the roses came crimson | |
| Springing from the prison | |
| Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood | |
| It's coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| It's calming my suspicion | |
| With soothing intuition | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without |
| zuo qu : Linford Detweiler Ric Hordinski | |
| Is it because I cannot see you | |
| That you feel so free to steal | |
| My excess baggage full of darkness and despair | |
| While I fumble with my locks | |
| You' re content to stand and knock | |
| Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare | |
| Do you know they call it arson | |
| Setting fires without permission | |
| In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too | |
| Though your lack of inhibition | |
| Captures my imagination | |
| I end up a wiser person thanks to you | |
| It' s coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Then there is your flare for murder | |
| There' s a dagger in the border | |
| Of your cloak and I suspect a captain' s gun | |
| As you put to death suspicions | |
| Kindly kill my fears as well | |
| Exorcise and slay the demons one by one | |
| Though I' m usually pacifistic | |
| You are mercifully sadistic | |
| And I didn' t know that murder could be good | |
| But the roses came crimson | |
| Springing from the prison | |
| Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood | |
| It' s coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| It' s calming my suspicion | |
| With soothing intuition | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without |
| zuò qǔ : Linford Detweiler Ric Hordinski | |
| Is it because I cannot see you | |
| That you feel so free to steal | |
| My excess baggage full of darkness and despair | |
| While I fumble with my locks | |
| You' re content to stand and knock | |
| Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare | |
| Do you know they call it arson | |
| Setting fires without permission | |
| In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too | |
| Though your lack of inhibition | |
| Captures my imagination | |
| I end up a wiser person thanks to you | |
| It' s coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Then there is your flare for murder | |
| There' s a dagger in the border | |
| Of your cloak and I suspect a captain' s gun | |
| As you put to death suspicions | |
| Kindly kill my fears as well | |
| Exorcise and slay the demons one by one | |
| Though I' m usually pacifistic | |
| You are mercifully sadistic | |
| And I didn' t know that murder could be good | |
| But the roses came crimson | |
| Springing from the prison | |
| Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood | |
| It' s coming to fruition | |
| The sympathetic vibration | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| It' s calming my suspicion | |
| With soothing intuition | |
| Your train is at my station | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without | |
| Within without |