[00:00.00] 作词 : Brooker, Reid[00:03.00](originally Wash Yourself)[00:20.64]Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean[00:32.67]Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream[00:44.40]Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high[00:56.16]The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the sky[01:07.89]God's aloft, the winds are raging[01:10.29]God's aloft, the winds are cold[01:31.53]After leaving[01:34.56]I was weeping - count it out in tolls[01:43.26]Watch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfolds[02:10.74]Inside every cancered spectre, inside-outside find your own[02:22.50]God's aloft, the winds are raging -[02:51.45]God's aloft, the winds are cold