| Song | Twilights Pool |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | The Evening of the 24th |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Transparent babies we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| A world that's fresh and new | |
| We wait together at twilights pose | |
| Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| With fluid rare as morning dew | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| From each hill | |
| We drip the morning dew | |
| A world that's fresh and new | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Our reflected bodies rise | |
| And walk like the new born | |
| On ploughed earth waves | |
| She craves | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| Fluid pure as morning dew |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Transparent babies we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| A world that' s fresh and new | |
| We wait together at twilights pose | |
| Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| With fluid rare as morning dew | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| From each hill | |
| We drip the morning dew | |
| A world that' s fresh and new | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Our reflected bodies rise | |
| And walk like the new born | |
| On ploughed earth waves | |
| She craves | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| Fluid pure as morning dew |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Transparent babies we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| A world that' s fresh and new | |
| We wait together at twilights pose | |
| Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| With fluid rare as morning dew | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
| Across the marshes and back again | |
| We seek a different view | |
| From each hill | |
| We drip the morning dew | |
| A world that' s fresh and new | |
| She craves to swallow you | |
| Our reflected bodies rise | |
| And walk like the new born | |
| On ploughed earth waves | |
| She craves | |
| Fill your lungs | |
| Fluid pure as morning dew |