| Song | Rebel with the Ghost |
| Artist | Sons and Daughters |
| Album | This Gift |
| 作曲 : Sons and Daughters | |
| I can hear her late at night | |
| Rattling along the corridor | |
| Wearing my name around my neck | |
| I'd long forgotten who I was | |
| So I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Used to fall for it all | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| A specter of your former self | |
| No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect | |
| Wearing my name around my neck | |
| Apparently just self-possessed | |
| So I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Holding on to the wall | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Used to fall for it all | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Holding on to the wall | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation |
| zuò qǔ : Sons and Daughters | |
| I can hear her late at night | |
| Rattling along the corridor | |
| Wearing my name around my neck | |
| I' d long forgotten who I was | |
| So I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Used to fall for it all | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| A specter of your former self | |
| No reflection in the mirror, when you least expect | |
| Wearing my name around my neck | |
| Apparently just selfpossessed | |
| So I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Holding on to the wall | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Used to fall for it all | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation | |
| I rebel with the ghost | |
| Try to fight but my hands and feet are fading | |
| Holding on to the wall | |
| Now my weak insides are backed by gutless conversation |