| Song | Blind Opera |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Green Is the Sea |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| My dead lords... my dead lords | |
| Your strange ringed fingers turn | |
| Turned to knots of scented wood | |
| From your arms | |
| That held our secrets fell the fruit | |
| My dead lords | |
| You hold the past | |
| And I confess the uneasiness | |
| of my love for you my lords | |
| My anger gives me strength my lords | |
| You loved and listened to the lovers | |
| But we have stopped listening to you | |
| We have stopped listening to you my lords | |
| We've paralysed... the pain | |
| And the wind in your bare ribs | |
| Uttered still the tunes of lovers | |
| In the geese vee'd sky | |
| My dead lords | |
| I confess an uneasiness in my love for you | |
| Confusion in my passion | |
| Were you the song of September | |
| That charmed the fieldfares? | |
| When your rotten skin grew hard | |
| It fed your minion crows | |
| My black shining brothers | |
| My dead lords | |
| Oh my dead lords | |
| I confess... | |
| ...I confess | |
| My anger gives me strength my lords | |
| I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin | |
| My uneasiness it grows | |
| Mut you my Morton lords | |
| Live on in my anger | |
| Like the sun |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| My dead lords... my dead lords | |
| Your strange ringed fingers turn | |
| Turned to knots of scented wood | |
| From your arms | |
| That held our secrets fell the fruit | |
| My dead lords | |
| You hold the past | |
| And I confess the uneasiness | |
| of my love for you my lords | |
| My anger gives me strength my lords | |
| You loved and listened to the lovers | |
| But we have stopped listening to you | |
| We have stopped listening to you my lords | |
| We' ve paralysed... the pain | |
| And the wind in your bare ribs | |
| Uttered still the tunes of lovers | |
| In the geese vee' d sky | |
| My dead lords | |
| I confess an uneasiness in my love for you | |
| Confusion in my passion | |
| Were you the song of September | |
| That charmed the fieldfares? | |
| When your rotten skin grew hard | |
| It fed your minion crows | |
| My black shining brothers | |
| My dead lords | |
| Oh my dead lords | |
| I confess... | |
| ... I confess | |
| My anger gives me strength my lords | |
| I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin | |
| My uneasiness it grows | |
| Mut you my Morton lords | |
| Live on in my anger | |
| Like the sun |