| Song | No Easy Action |
| Artist | Mark Lanegan |
| Album | Field Songs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lanegan | |
| When all is done and turned to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
| No time for being alone | |
| To bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| That much we know to do | |
| Before we go back underground | |
| No easy action | |
| Sparks fill the air some nights | |
| Crows look for food behind my skin | |
| Beneath | |
| Try our best to dig it in | |
| And keep the cold away, I see | |
| That the sky is a vanishing place | |
| And then there's nothing to miss | |
| No time to get out of the ice | |
| No easy action | |
| Although all else may turn to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
| Where it's good to be alone | |
| Bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| Before that vanishing place | |
| Before we're back underground | |
| No easy action |
| zuo ci : Lanegan | |
| When all is done and turned to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
| No time for being alone | |
| To bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| That much we know to do | |
| Before we go back underground | |
| No easy action | |
| Sparks fill the air some nights | |
| Crows look for food behind my skin | |
| Beneath | |
| Try our best to dig it in | |
| And keep the cold away, I see | |
| That the sky is a vanishing place | |
| And then there' s nothing to miss | |
| No time to get out of the ice | |
| No easy action | |
| Although all else may turn to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
| Where it' s good to be alone | |
| Bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| Before that vanishing place | |
| Before we' re back underground | |
| No easy action |
| zuò cí : Lanegan | |
| When all is done and turned to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
| No time for being alone | |
| To bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| That much we know to do | |
| Before we go back underground | |
| No easy action | |
| Sparks fill the air some nights | |
| Crows look for food behind my skin | |
| Beneath | |
| Try our best to dig it in | |
| And keep the cold away, I see | |
| That the sky is a vanishing place | |
| And then there' s nothing to miss | |
| No time to get out of the ice | |
| No easy action | |
| Although all else may turn to dust | |
| And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
| I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
| Where it' s good to be alone | |
| Bleed | |
| The hopeless singing of a round | |
| Before that vanishing place | |
| Before we' re back underground | |
| No easy action |