| Song | Waiting for Midnight |
| Artist | Seven Nations |
| Album | And Now It's Come to This |
| 作曲 : McLeod | |
| yesterday just took out all the wind out of my sails | |
| I'd give anything I could to change my side to stab my hands to nail | |
| If I could believe it's true not only in my mind | |
| I'm betrayed by my own memory | |
| a loss not justified | |
| but we can do anything and we can go anywhere | |
| you can hear me whisper | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense | |
| waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this | |
| tomorrow holds a hand out to the hunger of yesterday | |
| from a long embracing understanding cool retreat all hemingway | |
| now I think we have no choice but meet this eye to eye | |
| then we'll struggle with our bancho's ghost | |
| no martyrs left to crucify | |
| but we can do anything and we can go anywhere | |
| you can hear me whisper | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| clinging to the solitude that we are dispossessed | |
| waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense | |
| waiting for midnight I'm waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this |
| zuò qǔ : McLeod | |
| yesterday just took out all the wind out of my sails | |
| I' d give anything I could to change my side to stab my hands to nail | |
| If I could believe it' s true not only in my mind | |
| I' m betrayed by my own memory | |
| a loss not justified | |
| but we can do anything and we can go anywhere | |
| you can hear me whisper | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense | |
| waiting for midnight I' m waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this | |
| tomorrow holds a hand out to the hunger of yesterday | |
| from a long embracing understanding cool retreat all hemingway | |
| now I think we have no choice but meet this eye to eye | |
| then we' ll struggle with our bancho' s ghost | |
| no martyrs left to crucify | |
| but we can do anything and we can go anywhere | |
| you can hear me whisper | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| clinging to the solitude that we are dispossessed | |
| waiting for midnight I' m waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this | |
| waiting for midnight waiting for silence | |
| climbing over ten foot walls of brick and stone defense | |
| waiting for midnight I' m waiting for silence | |
| good times were never much better then this |