| Song | Twelve-Eight Angel |
| Artist | The Dream Academy |
| Album | A Different Kind of Weather |
| 作词 : Gilmour, Laird-Clowes | |
| Midnight | |
| and autumn leaves are turning brown | |
| night light | |
| i look to find you not around | |
| and the wind blows | |
| scorn into the face of fools who | |
| break hearts & turn their back on | |
| love that's true | |
| But i don't want | |
| to forget the little things you do | |
| god knows | |
| i never meant to be untrue | |
| now i'm waiting for the day | |
| you'll be back in my arms to stay | |
| As an angel of mercy | |
| falls from above | |
| they get torn apart by the things they love | |
| god knows | |
| look at where i've ended up | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup | |
| Horoscope | |
| i read it in the evening news | |
| as morning broke | |
| i pulled it from the refuse on my way home | |
| and in the great grey city dawn | |
| a warning | |
| rung in my head with a fire alarm | |
| it said, | |
| "alright, | |
| you've been treating this as a dress rehearsal for | |
| life" | |
| the time for a complete reversal is tonight | |
| i put away childish things and telephoned long | |
| distance | |
| and it rings rings rings | |
| As an angel of mercy falls from above | |
| they get torn apart by the things they love | |
| god knows | |
| look at where i've ended up | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup |
| zuò cí : Gilmour, LairdClowes | |
| Midnight | |
| and autumn leaves are turning brown | |
| night light | |
| i look to find you not around | |
| and the wind blows | |
| scorn into the face of fools who | |
| break hearts turn their back on | |
| love that' s true | |
| But i don' t want | |
| to forget the little things you do | |
| god knows | |
| i never meant to be untrue | |
| now i' m waiting for the day | |
| you' ll be back in my arms to stay | |
| As an angel of mercy | |
| falls from above | |
| they get torn apart by the things they love | |
| god knows | |
| look at where i' ve ended up | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup | |
| Horoscope | |
| i read it in the evening news | |
| as morning broke | |
| i pulled it from the refuse on my way home | |
| and in the great grey city dawn | |
| a warning | |
| rung in my head with a fire alarm | |
| it said, | |
| " alright, | |
| you' ve been treating this as a dress rehearsal for | |
| life" | |
| the time for a complete reversal is tonight | |
| i put away childish things and telephoned long | |
| distance | |
| and it rings rings rings | |
| As an angel of mercy falls from above | |
| they get torn apart by the things they love | |
| god knows | |
| look at where i' ve ended up | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup | |
| in a pack of wild sinners | |
| searching for a holy cup |