| Song | A Trick of the Light |
| Artist | The Triffids |
| Album | Calenture |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McComb | |
| I have a letter. familiar paper | |
| I keep a figurine in a locket | |
| It's dedicated, engraved initials | |
| Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
| Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
| Her eyes were just desert sands | |
| But that's not her! | |
| That's just the light | |
| It's only an image of her | |
| It's just a trick of the light | |
| She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
| Name of the street where I should turn | |
| And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
| Yelling, "Once you leave boy, you can't return!" | |
| I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
| Beating her out of original shape | |
| With that same old panic caught on her face | |
| I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
| You remind me very much | |
| Of someone that I used to know | |
| We used to take turns crying all night | |
| Oh, but that was so long ago now |
| zuo qu : McComb | |
| I have a letter. familiar paper | |
| I keep a figurine in a locket | |
| It' s dedicated, engraved initials | |
| Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
| Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
| Her eyes were just desert sands | |
| But that' s not her! | |
| That' s just the light | |
| It' s only an image of her | |
| It' s just a trick of the light | |
| She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
| Name of the street where I should turn | |
| And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
| Yelling, " Once you leave boy, you can' t return!" | |
| I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
| Beating her out of original shape | |
| With that same old panic caught on her face | |
| I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
| You remind me very much | |
| Of someone that I used to know | |
| We used to take turns crying all night | |
| Oh, but that was so long ago now |
| zuò qǔ : McComb | |
| I have a letter. familiar paper | |
| I keep a figurine in a locket | |
| It' s dedicated, engraved initials | |
| Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
| Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
| Her eyes were just desert sands | |
| But that' s not her! | |
| That' s just the light | |
| It' s only an image of her | |
| It' s just a trick of the light | |
| She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
| Name of the street where I should turn | |
| And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
| Yelling, " Once you leave boy, you can' t return!" | |
| I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
| Beating her out of original shape | |
| With that same old panic caught on her face | |
| I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
| You remind me very much | |
| Of someone that I used to know | |
| We used to take turns crying all night | |
| Oh, but that was so long ago now |