| Song | Bedsitter Images |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Stardom Road |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| The subway station's closed again | |
| Sleeps beneath its veil of rain | |
| My footprints broken trail behind | |
| Steals the nightlights from my mind | |
| The dark deserted streets then clear | |
| Today has lived and died in here | |
| So I leave the chapel gloom | |
| To find the shelter of my tiny room | |
| But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
| The panneled patens (patterns?) on the door | |
| Chase shivering shadows to the floor | |
| Upon the pillow worn and thin | |
| The memories of hopes begin | |
| The carpet with its flowers and shredding | |
| Spires a foot before my bed | |
| The crack that won't return again | |
| Advancing through my broken window pane | |
| But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
| The friends I've left back home all write | |
| With laughing words that warm my sight | |
| Saying "Tell us, how's the city life?" | |
| I reply and say just fine (why?) | |
| And so you see I can't go back | |
| Until I either win or crack | |
| I'm standing in a one way street | |
| The stage is set | |
| The story incomplete | |
| But it's alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It's all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| The subway station' s closed again | |
| Sleeps beneath its veil of rain | |
| My footprints broken trail behind | |
| Steals the nightlights from my mind | |
| The dark deserted streets then clear | |
| Today has lived and died in here | |
| So I leave the chapel gloom | |
| To find the shelter of my tiny room | |
| But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
| The panneled patens patterns? on the door | |
| Chase shivering shadows to the floor | |
| Upon the pillow worn and thin | |
| The memories of hopes begin | |
| The carpet with its flowers and shredding | |
| Spires a foot before my bed | |
| The crack that won' t return again | |
| Advancing through my broken window pane | |
| But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in | |
| The friends I' ve left back home all write | |
| With laughing words that warm my sight | |
| Saying " Tell us, how' s the city life?" | |
| I reply and say just fine why? | |
| And so you see I can' t go back | |
| Until I either win or crack | |
| I' m standing in a one way street | |
| The stage is set | |
| The story incomplete | |
| But it' s alright while the lights of the city shine so bright | |
| It' s all right till the last winding train fades from sight | |
| Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win | |
| While these wild bedsitter images come back to hem me in |