| Song | This Moonlife |
| Artist | No Knife |
| Album | Riot For Romance! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : No Knife | |
| world is still and dreams go on | |
| it happens when i'm alone | |
| the days stretch to their full height, | |
| then collapse to a moon's delight | |
| up here i'm safe again | |
| i don't notice anything | |
| signals they come and go | |
| and i've seen enough of them to know. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| far below we toss and turn over this, | |
| is it desperate to make believe | |
| that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
| it's only forgotten words | |
| only some odds'n'ends of bad dreams | |
| i can't forget. | |
| i've seen enough of all of them. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| and when the stars have gone | |
| we turn and head for home. |
| zuo qu : No Knife | |
| world is still and dreams go on | |
| it happens when i' m alone | |
| the days stretch to their full height, | |
| then collapse to a moon' s delight | |
| up here i' m safe again | |
| i don' t notice anything | |
| signals they come and go | |
| and i' ve seen enough of them to know. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| far below we toss and turn over this, | |
| is it desperate to make believe | |
| that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
| it' s only forgotten words | |
| only some odds' n' ends of bad dreams | |
| i can' t forget. | |
| i' ve seen enough of all of them. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| and when the stars have gone | |
| we turn and head for home. |
| zuò qǔ : No Knife | |
| world is still and dreams go on | |
| it happens when i' m alone | |
| the days stretch to their full height, | |
| then collapse to a moon' s delight | |
| up here i' m safe again | |
| i don' t notice anything | |
| signals they come and go | |
| and i' ve seen enough of them to know. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| far below we toss and turn over this, | |
| is it desperate to make believe | |
| that anything could ever be worse than all of this? | |
| it' s only forgotten words | |
| only some odds' n' ends of bad dreams | |
| i can' t forget. | |
| i' ve seen enough of all of them. | |
| full sails shape the lives of men. | |
| and when the stars have gone | |
| we turn and head for home. |