| Song | Only Europa Knows |
| Artist | Death in June |
| Album | Kapo! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jenn, Leviathan, P. | |
| Eyes like little dreams | |
| Come true | |
| We are all | |
| Treading water | |
| Especially in the new | |
| Europa! | |
| With all it's satellites | |
| We'll see | |
| The blossoming of the judas tree | |
| And colour infidelity | |
| That weeping wound | |
| That's hard to see | |
| From my circle I'll never stray | |
| Or follow clay feet of yesterday | |
| To broken circles | |
| Well left behind | |
| Those foreign hands | |
| On foreign times | |
| And in their wake | |
| I'll disagree | |
| To cast my own nativity | |
| For misjudged moments | |
| Of misjudged times | |
| Are for misjudged lives | |
| That misjudge mine | |
| Our dreams | |
| Our dreams they never go | |
| To devils above | |
| And grey rainbows | |
| Spilt seed on stony ground | |
| The only sperm | |
| That ants surround | |
| My hands | |
| My wounds | |
| And nothing else | |
| I smell traitor | |
| Time the divider |
| zuo qu : Jenn, Leviathan, P. | |
| Eyes like little dreams | |
| Come true | |
| We are all | |
| Treading water | |
| Especially in the new | |
| Europa! | |
| With all it' s satellites | |
| We' ll see | |
| The blossoming of the judas tree | |
| And colour infidelity | |
| That weeping wound | |
| That' s hard to see | |
| From my circle I' ll never stray | |
| Or follow clay feet of yesterday | |
| To broken circles | |
| Well left behind | |
| Those foreign hands | |
| On foreign times | |
| And in their wake | |
| I' ll disagree | |
| To cast my own nativity | |
| For misjudged moments | |
| Of misjudged times | |
| Are for misjudged lives | |
| That misjudge mine | |
| Our dreams | |
| Our dreams they never go | |
| To devils above | |
| And grey rainbows | |
| Spilt seed on stony ground | |
| The only sperm | |
| That ants surround | |
| My hands | |
| My wounds | |
| And nothing else | |
| I smell traitor | |
| Time the divider |
| zuò qǔ : Jenn, Leviathan, P. | |
| Eyes like little dreams | |
| Come true | |
| We are all | |
| Treading water | |
| Especially in the new | |
| Europa! | |
| With all it' s satellites | |
| We' ll see | |
| The blossoming of the judas tree | |
| And colour infidelity | |
| That weeping wound | |
| That' s hard to see | |
| From my circle I' ll never stray | |
| Or follow clay feet of yesterday | |
| To broken circles | |
| Well left behind | |
| Those foreign hands | |
| On foreign times | |
| And in their wake | |
| I' ll disagree | |
| To cast my own nativity | |
| For misjudged moments | |
| Of misjudged times | |
| Are for misjudged lives | |
| That misjudge mine | |
| Our dreams | |
| Our dreams they never go | |
| To devils above | |
| And grey rainbows | |
| Spilt seed on stony ground | |
| The only sperm | |
| That ants surround | |
| My hands | |
| My wounds | |
| And nothing else | |
| I smell traitor | |
| Time the divider |