| Song | Pushed, But Not Forgotten |
| Artist | High Tide |
| Album | Sea Shanties/High Tide |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hill | |
| Would that I could fake my way | |
| through parlour games and leave without the smell | |
| and have an interesting point of view? | |
| Quoting every lady's god | |
| who prostitutes advice for them to sell | |
| selecting optimistic songs of prays? | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view | |
| Century from situations | |
| ever present in my safest room | |
| escapes before my hands can find my face | |
| sitting in my cranium | |
| avoiding contact with the box of doom | |
| my sense of reason dead before my eyes | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view |
| zuo qu : Hill | |
| Would that I could fake my way | |
| through parlour games and leave without the smell | |
| and have an interesting point of view? | |
| Quoting every lady' s god | |
| who prostitutes advice for them to sell | |
| selecting optimistic songs of prays? | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view | |
| Century from situations | |
| ever present in my safest room | |
| escapes before my hands can find my face | |
| sitting in my cranium | |
| avoiding contact with the box of doom | |
| my sense of reason dead before my eyes | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view |
| zuò qǔ : Hill | |
| Would that I could fake my way | |
| through parlour games and leave without the smell | |
| and have an interesting point of view? | |
| Quoting every lady' s god | |
| who prostitutes advice for them to sell | |
| selecting optimistic songs of prays? | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view | |
| Century from situations | |
| ever present in my safest room | |
| escapes before my hands can find my face | |
| sitting in my cranium | |
| avoiding contact with the box of doom | |
| my sense of reason dead before my eyes | |
| Many have been shattered by the fear | |
| others may risk all to have a clear view |