| Song | Slow Pulse Boy |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | The Evening of the 24th |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
| Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
| Each explosion bounces | |
| >From horizon to horizon | |
| >From horizon... to horizon | |
| And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
| Stood by the window | |
| And let the fire sink into his skin | |
| Again all was still | |
| But for the empty tin | |
| Rolling up and down a gutter | |
| On the breeze | |
| Then we were standing very close | |
| I could live in the space | |
| Between his heartbeats | |
| Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
| And dark red rivers | |
| Filled our veins with frenzy | |
| We could tear up the floors | |
| And find all the things we'd ever lost | |
| And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
| So we chase the explosions | |
| >From horizon to horizon | |
| Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
| For as long as we can hold | |
| Somewhere a girl is singing | |
| There is calm in the air | |
| But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
| Tomorrow the sun shines |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
| Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
| Each explosion bounces | |
| From horizon to horizon | |
| From horizon... to horizon | |
| And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
| Stood by the window | |
| And let the fire sink into his skin | |
| Again all was still | |
| But for the empty tin | |
| Rolling up and down a gutter | |
| On the breeze | |
| Then we were standing very close | |
| I could live in the space | |
| Between his heartbeats | |
| Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
| And dark red rivers | |
| Filled our veins with frenzy | |
| We could tear up the floors | |
| And find all the things we' d ever lost | |
| And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
| So we chase the explosions | |
| From horizon to horizon | |
| Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
| For as long as we can hold | |
| Somewhere a girl is singing | |
| There is calm in the air | |
| But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
| Tomorrow the sun shines |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
| Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
| Each explosion bounces | |
| From horizon to horizon | |
| From horizon... to horizon | |
| And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
| Stood by the window | |
| And let the fire sink into his skin | |
| Again all was still | |
| But for the empty tin | |
| Rolling up and down a gutter | |
| On the breeze | |
| Then we were standing very close | |
| I could live in the space | |
| Between his heartbeats | |
| Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
| And dark red rivers | |
| Filled our veins with frenzy | |
| We could tear up the floors | |
| And find all the things we' d ever lost | |
| And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
| So we chase the explosions | |
| From horizon to horizon | |
| Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
| For as long as we can hold | |
| Somewhere a girl is singing | |
| There is calm in the air | |
| But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
| Tomorrow the sun shines |