歌手:Wilco
专辑:《2012-07-23 - Prospect Park - Brooklyn, NY (Roadcase 003)》

作词：Jeff *****y、Patrick Sansone
作曲：Jeff *****y、Patrick Sansone
I have heard the wall and worry of the gospel
Ferry faust it crossed a void
I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels
Spit and swallowed opioid
I am the driver at the wheel of the order
Marching circles at the gate
My eyes have seen the fury
So flattered by fate
Tonight I'd rather count the warm fuse internally
Subtract the silence of myself
I would rather choose a million mind of mystery
Reverse a riddle for my health
I'll unwind strange rinds overpower me
Toss the chimneys in the sea
I believe I've seen the finger
Divine extremity
Please come closer to the feather smooth lens fire
Sadness is my luxury
Will you ever join the cult come before I die
More aware of it than me
Without the blowing stone
The kids are unabashed
Loneliness postponed
My eyes deceiving glory
I was born to die alone
Alone