| Song | I Believe in Outer Space |
| Artist | Lovers |
| Album | Star Lit Sunken Ship |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berk | |
| I believe in an outer space | |
| With radio towers and super powers | |
| Where the car in the driveway | |
| Will be that of a lover | |
| You have waited your life over for | |
| Who's now climbing the stairs to your door. | |
| I believe in a quiet place | |
| Where mothers and daughters | |
| And out in the landscape | |
| All the lovemakers are dressing | |
| In freezing cold weather. | |
| They won't even mind the winter. | |
| And some through a megaphone | |
| A love or goodbye tender and strong | |
| That reaches to plant in some root | |
| Reaches out to galaxies far around | |
| And the radio kids in the place | |
| With headphones on the size of their faces | |
| They believe in an outer space | |
| That's what they believe in | |
| And right now and it's instant | |
| And it's far away and it's distant | |
| And it's open and endless |
| zuo qu : Berk | |
| I believe in an outer space | |
| With radio towers and super powers | |
| Where the car in the driveway | |
| Will be that of a lover | |
| You have waited your life over for | |
| Who' s now climbing the stairs to your door. | |
| I believe in a quiet place | |
| Where mothers and daughters | |
| And out in the landscape | |
| All the lovemakers are dressing | |
| In freezing cold weather. | |
| They won' t even mind the winter. | |
| And some through a megaphone | |
| A love or goodbye tender and strong | |
| That reaches to plant in some root | |
| Reaches out to galaxies far around | |
| And the radio kids in the place | |
| With headphones on the size of their faces | |
| They believe in an outer space | |
| That' s what they believe in | |
| And right now and it' s instant | |
| And it' s far away and it' s distant | |
| And it' s open and endless |
| zuò qǔ : Berk | |
| I believe in an outer space | |
| With radio towers and super powers | |
| Where the car in the driveway | |
| Will be that of a lover | |
| You have waited your life over for | |
| Who' s now climbing the stairs to your door. | |
| I believe in a quiet place | |
| Where mothers and daughters | |
| And out in the landscape | |
| All the lovemakers are dressing | |
| In freezing cold weather. | |
| They won' t even mind the winter. | |
| And some through a megaphone | |
| A love or goodbye tender and strong | |
| That reaches to plant in some root | |
| Reaches out to galaxies far around | |
| And the radio kids in the place | |
| With headphones on the size of their faces | |
| They believe in an outer space | |
| That' s what they believe in | |
| And right now and it' s instant | |
| And it' s far away and it' s distant | |
| And it' s open and endless |