| Song | The Critical Distance |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | From Horizon to Horizon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Never beginning, never ending days | |
| Days when the ceiling is so low | |
| I cannot stand | |
| And the blunted knife presses into me | |
| Melting in the airless heat | |
| The walls close into me | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Thudding in my head a heart | |
| Is beating out the boredom | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
| And the ever-watching walls lean over me | |
| But when I wake I feel alone | |
| There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
| And although the walls are watching | |
| I can never reach them | |
| No matter how far I walk | |
| I can never reach them | |
| And the knife begins to shine | |
| Hisses in my hand | |
| Slices through the always blank distance | |
| So I can see my hooded girl | |
| Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
| That shrouds my hooded girl | |
| She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
| I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
| And the knife it sparkles | |
| Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
| And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
| Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
| As I lie on the coral | |
| Amongst the driftwood | |
| And the ever watching walls lean over me |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Never beginning, never ending days | |
| Days when the ceiling is so low | |
| I cannot stand | |
| And the blunted knife presses into me | |
| Melting in the airless heat | |
| The walls close into me | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Thudding in my head a heart | |
| Is beating out the boredom | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
| And the everwatching walls lean over me | |
| But when I wake I feel alone | |
| There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
| And although the walls are watching | |
| I can never reach them | |
| No matter how far I walk | |
| I can never reach them | |
| And the knife begins to shine | |
| Hisses in my hand | |
| Slices through the always blank distance | |
| So I can see my hooded girl | |
| Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
| That shrouds my hooded girl | |
| She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
| I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
| And the knife it sparkles | |
| Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
| And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
| Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
| As I lie on the coral | |
| Amongst the driftwood | |
| And the ever watching walls lean over me |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Never beginning, never ending days | |
| Days when the ceiling is so low | |
| I cannot stand | |
| And the blunted knife presses into me | |
| Melting in the airless heat | |
| The walls close into me | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Thudding in my head a heart | |
| Is beating out the boredom | |
| Nudging me this way and that | |
| From one to another | |
| Like nervous thunder | |
| Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep | |
| And the everwatching walls lean over me | |
| But when I wake I feel alone | |
| There is nothing but a vast blank floor | |
| And although the walls are watching | |
| I can never reach them | |
| No matter how far I walk | |
| I can never reach them | |
| And the knife begins to shine | |
| Hisses in my hand | |
| Slices through the always blank distance | |
| So I can see my hooded girl | |
| Swipes through the whitewash nothing | |
| That shrouds my hooded girl | |
| She walks to me across the furrowed fields | |
| I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly | |
| And the knife it sparkles | |
| Like the piercing yellow mirror sea | |
| And slashes open dead sailors clouded memories | |
| Spills their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams over me | |
| Spill their seaweed dreams... over me | |
| As I lie on the coral | |
| Amongst the driftwood | |
| And the ever watching walls lean over me |