| Song | Candy's Last Day |
| Artist | Parker and Lily |
| Album | The Low Lows |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Noon, Wolfe | |
| Ask around, | |
| It's Candy's last day. | |
| Pills in her pockets, | |
| There's a smile on her face | |
| Now and then her eyes glaze | |
| & she waves. | |
| See her cry | |
| But not very hard | |
| A short stab of something | |
| Slips under her guard | |
| And blocks the sound of passing cars | |
| And stops the wound-up stars. | |
| Candy's kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip & sweet spill | |
| Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| & can't be still | |
| Candy's eyes are islands | |
| In a rising tide. | |
| All ships that sail on her seas | |
| & all planes that fly | |
| Sink below the surface, | |
| Fall down from the sky | |
| Candy's kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip & sweet spill | |
| Candy's eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| & can't be still | |
| & fly away | |
| On Candy's last day. |
| zuo qu : Noon, Wolfe | |
| Ask around, | |
| It' s Candy' s last day. | |
| Pills in her pockets, | |
| There' s a smile on her face | |
| Now and then her eyes glaze | |
| she waves. | |
| See her cry | |
| But not very hard | |
| A short stab of something | |
| Slips under her guard | |
| And blocks the sound of passing cars | |
| And stops the woundup stars. | |
| Candy' s kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip sweet spill | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| can' t be still | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands | |
| In a rising tide. | |
| All ships that sail on her seas | |
| all planes that fly | |
| Sink below the surface, | |
| Fall down from the sky | |
| Candy' s kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip sweet spill | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| can' t be still | |
| fly away | |
| On Candy' s last day. |
| zuò qǔ : Noon, Wolfe | |
| Ask around, | |
| It' s Candy' s last day. | |
| Pills in her pockets, | |
| There' s a smile on her face | |
| Now and then her eyes glaze | |
| she waves. | |
| See her cry | |
| But not very hard | |
| A short stab of something | |
| Slips under her guard | |
| And blocks the sound of passing cars | |
| And stops the woundup stars. | |
| Candy' s kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip sweet spill | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| can' t be still | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands | |
| In a rising tide. | |
| All ships that sail on her seas | |
| all planes that fly | |
| Sink below the surface, | |
| Fall down from the sky | |
| Candy' s kiss is a red weal | |
| Slow slip sweet spill | |
| Candy' s eyes are islands but her hands are gulls | |
| can' t be still | |
| fly away | |
| On Candy' s last day. |