[00:00.000] 作词 : Ezra Koenig
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ezra Koenig/Ariel Rechtshaid/Rostam Batmanglij
[01:11.632] Back on the island, Water Tunnel 3
[01:17.672] A cage ascended, someone looks like me
[01:23.342] Look up at fingers reaching into space
[01:28.329] A Roman soldier's spearhead jammed above the waist
[01:37.435]
[01:45.680] Heard someone speaking, a voice without a face
[01:51.729] The ocean's churning, the cables stay in place
[01:57.279] An operation the locals couldn't save
[02:02.285] An undercover agent drowned beneath the waves
[02:06.946]
[02:08.401] Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
[02:13.270] There's a California king placed directly on the floor
[02:18.686] Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
[02:24.094] But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
[02:27.101] You've never seen a starry night, you saint
[02:35.548]
[02:59.270] Fake fortune teller scandalized by fate
[03:04.888] Broke bodybuilder crushed beneath the weight
[03:10.704] Lost and deluded trying to find your place
[03:15.668] Inept long-distance runner losing every race
[03:25.177]
[04:06.767] Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
[04:11.582] There's a California king placed directly on the floor
[04:17.248] Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
[04:22.451] But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
[04:25.789] You've never seen a starry night, you saint

作词 : Ezra Koenig
作曲 : Ezra Koenig/Ariel Rechtshaid/Rostam Batmanglij
Back on the island, Water Tunnel 3
A cage ascended, someone looks like me
Look up at fingers reaching into space
A Roman soldier's spearhead jammed above the waist
Heard someone speaking, a voice without a face
The ocean's churning, the cables stay in place
An operation the locals couldn't save
An undercover agent drowned beneath the waves
Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
There's a California king placed directly on the floor
Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
You've never seen a starry night, you saint
Fake fortune teller scandalized by fate
Broke bodybuilder crushed beneath the weight
Lost and deluded trying to find your place
Inept long-distance runner losing every race
Outside the confines of a super-mini's door
There's a California king placed directly on the floor
Oh, the surfer can't forget the shells around his neck
But you were born beneath fluorescent lights
You've never seen a starry night, you saint