| Song | Birdmen |
| Artist | Felt |
| Album | Crumbling the Antiseptic Beauty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Deebank, Hayward | |
| A messenger reads | |
| From the books of old | |
| And how come they never stop | |
| That's what we said | |
| Inscriptions proclaim | |
| That they were wrote for us | |
| The servant arrives | |
| As he ...? | |
| Can we die | |
| Or if we stay | |
| And how can you catch | |
| ...? | |
| And how can you watch | |
| ...? all your friends | |
| How can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk - no more | |
| To become a day when we steal - what's more | |
| To become what we were looking for | |
| A ? walks | |
| From the past he talk | |
| ... ? | |
| ... ? | |
| And we can live ? outer space | |
| ... ? | |
| A ? rides | |
| He's got glass in his eyes | |
| The fancy dress begins | |
| Colonels in disguise | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man goes overboard | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man has lost his mind | |
| And how can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk - no more | |
| To become a day when we steal - what's more | |
| To become what we were looking for - no more |
| zuo ci : Deebank, Hayward | |
| A messenger reads | |
| From the books of old | |
| And how come they never stop | |
| That' s what we said | |
| Inscriptions proclaim | |
| That they were wrote for us | |
| The servant arrives | |
| As he ...? | |
| Can we die | |
| Or if we stay | |
| And how can you catch | |
| ...? | |
| And how can you watch | |
| ...? all your friends | |
| How can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk no more | |
| To become a day when we steal what' s more | |
| To become what we were looking for | |
| A nbsp? walks | |
| From the past he talk | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| And we can live nbsp? outer space | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| A nbsp? rides | |
| He' s got glass in his eyes | |
| The fancy dress begins | |
| Colonels in disguise | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man goes overboard | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man has lost his mind | |
| And how can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk no more | |
| To become a day when we steal what' s more | |
| To become what we were looking for no more |
| zuò cí : Deebank, Hayward | |
| A messenger reads | |
| From the books of old | |
| And how come they never stop | |
| That' s what we said | |
| Inscriptions proclaim | |
| That they were wrote for us | |
| The servant arrives | |
| As he ...? | |
| Can we die | |
| Or if we stay | |
| And how can you catch | |
| ...? | |
| And how can you watch | |
| ...? all your friends | |
| How can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk no more | |
| To become a day when we steal what' s more | |
| To become what we were looking for | |
| A nbsp? walks | |
| From the past he talk | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| And we can live nbsp? outer space | |
| ... nbsp? | |
| A nbsp? rides | |
| He' s got glass in his eyes | |
| The fancy dress begins | |
| Colonels in disguise | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man goes overboard | |
| And how can you tell | |
| A man has lost his mind | |
| And how can we guide this day | |
| To become a day when we talk no more | |
| To become a day when we steal what' s more | |
| To become what we were looking for no more |