| Song | Blue Arrangements |
| Artist | Silver Jews |
| Album | American Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berman | |
| I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women | |
| In the Greenwood southside society pool | |
| I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs | |
| You're a shimmering socialite jewel | |
| From the Carbon Dioxide Riding Academy | |
| To the children's crusade marching through the downtown | |
| Well, I think I'd die, see, if you just said hi to me | |
| When something breaks it makes a beautiful sound | |
| Sometimes I feel like I'm watching the world | |
| And the world isn't watching me back | |
| But when I see you, I'm in it too | |
| The waves come in and the waves go back | |
| And the kids in the corner all covered in dirt | |
| Caught trespassing under the moon | |
| My father came in from wherever he'd been | |
| And kicked my shit all over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| The room is dark and heavy with what I want to say | |
| I see murals in the radio static and on your blue blue jeans | |
| What would you say if I asked you to run away? | |
| It's been done so many times I hardly know what it means | |
| I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea | |
| When older waves from older caves brought them back to me | |
| I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf | |
| With coins on the mantle and time in a candle, in the end a boy raises himself |
| zuo ci : Berman | |
| I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women | |
| In the Greenwood southside society pool | |
| I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs | |
| You' re a shimmering socialite jewel | |
| From the Carbon Dioxide Riding Academy | |
| To the children' s crusade marching through the downtown | |
| Well, I think I' d die, see, if you just said hi to me | |
| When something breaks it makes a beautiful sound | |
| Sometimes I feel like I' m watching the world | |
| And the world isn' t watching me back | |
| But when I see you, I' m in it too | |
| The waves come in and the waves go back | |
| And the kids in the corner all covered in dirt | |
| Caught trespassing under the moon | |
| My father came in from wherever he' d been | |
| And kicked my shit all over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| The room is dark and heavy with what I want to say | |
| I see murals in the radio static and on your blue blue jeans | |
| What would you say if I asked you to run away? | |
| It' s been done so many times I hardly know what it means | |
| I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea | |
| When older waves from older caves brought them back to me | |
| I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf | |
| With coins on the mantle and time in a candle, in the end a boy raises himself |
| zuò cí : Berman | |
| I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women | |
| In the Greenwood southside society pool | |
| I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs | |
| You' re a shimmering socialite jewel | |
| From the Carbon Dioxide Riding Academy | |
| To the children' s crusade marching through the downtown | |
| Well, I think I' d die, see, if you just said hi to me | |
| When something breaks it makes a beautiful sound | |
| Sometimes I feel like I' m watching the world | |
| And the world isn' t watching me back | |
| But when I see you, I' m in it too | |
| The waves come in and the waves go back | |
| And the kids in the corner all covered in dirt | |
| Caught trespassing under the moon | |
| My father came in from wherever he' d been | |
| And kicked my shit all over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| All over the room | |
| The room is dark and heavy with what I want to say | |
| I see murals in the radio static and on your blue blue jeans | |
| What would you say if I asked you to run away? | |
| It' s been done so many times I hardly know what it means | |
| I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea | |
| When older waves from older caves brought them back to me | |
| I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf | |
| With coins on the mantle and time in a candle, in the end a boy raises himself |