| Song | Transatlantic Near Death Experience |
| Artist | John Squire |
| Album | Time Changes Everything |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Squire | |
| When dark forms are stirring | |
| In the sediments in your brain | |
| And your wild days are long gone | |
| Never to return again | |
| When your ghosts are all in training | |
| For the forthcoming showdown with you | |
| When you're alone in the dark | |
| When you have to | |
| When you're blue | |
| When she looks straight through you | |
| With those steely grey eyes | |
| With her black hood and scythe | |
| And her mouth so wide | |
| Excuse my ignorance | |
| Is this another transatlantic near death experience? | |
| Caroline says for what it's worth | |
| This won't hurt | |
| I can guarantee | |
| A brand new experience | |
| Life here don't make no sense | |
| We got a date with gravity | |
| So if you feel a beautiful shadow cross your skin | |
| And you can taste the words on the tip of her tongue | |
| Ask her 'is your surname Kevorkian by any chance' | |
| Say hello to your pop | |
| And while you're up ask the captain | |
| To either turn it round or stop | |
| Caroline says for what it's worth | |
| This won't hurt | |
| Come hear the angels sing | |
| Screw the government | |
| Every last one of them's bent | |
| And the cops kiss my shiney ring | |
| Yeah, that's what I sing | |
| So if you see her sometime | |
| Ask her to recall | |
| The eye of the hurricane | |
| Try and make some sense of it all | |
| Our night of obituaries | |
| Chewing our nails | |
| Even the past was tense | |
| On another transatlantic near death experience | |
| Caroline says for what it's worth | |
| This won't hurt | |
| Your future's bright | |
| Flaming orange | |
| To be precise | |
| Just another one of those days | |
| When nothing don't ever seem to go right | |
| #Spoken | |
| Your pants are too tight | |
| And your shoes pinch | |
| And everyone looks at you | |
| In a funny kind of way | |
| You know the kind of day | |
| And some poor sod just died | |
| In a distant land | |
| Shifting sand | |
| That's life | |
| That's death | |
| Well, at least it wasn't me | |
| I can be thankful for small mercies | |
| Before we scurry away in our | |
| Shiny black little hearses # | |
| #Howls and other sound effects (kisses and whistles) # |
| zuo qu : Squire | |
| When dark forms are stirring | |
| In the sediments in your brain | |
| And your wild days are long gone | |
| Never to return again | |
| When your ghosts are all in training | |
| For the forthcoming showdown with you | |
| When you' re alone in the dark | |
| When you have to | |
| When you' re blue | |
| When she looks straight through you | |
| With those steely grey eyes | |
| With her black hood and scythe | |
| And her mouth so wide | |
| Excuse my ignorance | |
| Is this another transatlantic near death experience? | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| I can guarantee | |
| A brand new experience | |
| Life here don' t make no sense | |
| We got a date with gravity | |
| So if you feel a beautiful shadow cross your skin | |
| And you can taste the words on the tip of her tongue | |
| Ask her ' is your surname Kevorkian by any chance' | |
| Say hello to your pop | |
| And while you' re up ask the captain | |
| To either turn it round or stop | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| Come hear the angels sing | |
| Screw the government | |
| Every last one of them' s bent | |
| And the cops kiss my shiney ring | |
| Yeah, that' s what I sing | |
| So if you see her sometime | |
| Ask her to recall | |
| The eye of the hurricane | |
| Try and make some sense of it all | |
| Our night of obituaries | |
| Chewing our nails | |
| Even the past was tense | |
| On another transatlantic near death experience | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| Your future' s bright | |
| Flaming orange | |
| To be precise | |
| Just another one of those days | |
| When nothing don' t ever seem to go right | |
| Spoken | |
| Your pants are too tight | |
| And your shoes pinch | |
| And everyone looks at you | |
| In a funny kind of way | |
| You know the kind of day | |
| And some poor sod just died | |
| In a distant land | |
| Shifting sand | |
| That' s life | |
| That' s death | |
| Well, at least it wasn' t me | |
| I can be thankful for small mercies | |
| Before we scurry away in our | |
| Shiny black little hearses | |
| Howls and other sound effects kisses and whistles |
| zuò qǔ : Squire | |
| When dark forms are stirring | |
| In the sediments in your brain | |
| And your wild days are long gone | |
| Never to return again | |
| When your ghosts are all in training | |
| For the forthcoming showdown with you | |
| When you' re alone in the dark | |
| When you have to | |
| When you' re blue | |
| When she looks straight through you | |
| With those steely grey eyes | |
| With her black hood and scythe | |
| And her mouth so wide | |
| Excuse my ignorance | |
| Is this another transatlantic near death experience? | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| I can guarantee | |
| A brand new experience | |
| Life here don' t make no sense | |
| We got a date with gravity | |
| So if you feel a beautiful shadow cross your skin | |
| And you can taste the words on the tip of her tongue | |
| Ask her ' is your surname Kevorkian by any chance' | |
| Say hello to your pop | |
| And while you' re up ask the captain | |
| To either turn it round or stop | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| Come hear the angels sing | |
| Screw the government | |
| Every last one of them' s bent | |
| And the cops kiss my shiney ring | |
| Yeah, that' s what I sing | |
| So if you see her sometime | |
| Ask her to recall | |
| The eye of the hurricane | |
| Try and make some sense of it all | |
| Our night of obituaries | |
| Chewing our nails | |
| Even the past was tense | |
| On another transatlantic near death experience | |
| Caroline says for what it' s worth | |
| This won' t hurt | |
| Your future' s bright | |
| Flaming orange | |
| To be precise | |
| Just another one of those days | |
| When nothing don' t ever seem to go right | |
| Spoken | |
| Your pants are too tight | |
| And your shoes pinch | |
| And everyone looks at you | |
| In a funny kind of way | |
| You know the kind of day | |
| And some poor sod just died | |
| In a distant land | |
| Shifting sand | |
| That' s life | |
| That' s death | |
| Well, at least it wasn' t me | |
| I can be thankful for small mercies | |
| Before we scurry away in our | |
| Shiny black little hearses | |
| Howls and other sound effects kisses and whistles |