| Song | Mullholland |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | The Dissolving Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Shearwater | |
| Georgeanna, | |
| The berylline hummingbirds are back in California. | |
| We've been frozen here in Dakota, | |
| And I'm thinking the sun could warm you. | |
| And I've been talked to, and I've been talking, too... | |
| You stopped coughing. | |
| You lay in my lap while the headlights | |
| Lit the almond trees of some state park. | |
| You lay there so still, | |
| I was afraid I might have lost you. | |
| And I've been talking to you. | |
| I wish you'd talk, too. | |
| Mulholland, | |
| Each little light's a soul outside of Bakersfield. | |
| You shut your saltwater eyes | |
| While the radio played soft and clear. | |
| And I was talking to you, | |
| I was talking to you. |
| zuo qu : Shearwater | |
| Georgeanna, | |
| The berylline hummingbirds are back in California. | |
| We' ve been frozen here in Dakota, | |
| And I' m thinking the sun could warm you. | |
| And I' ve been talked to, and I' ve been talking, too... | |
| You stopped coughing. | |
| You lay in my lap while the headlights | |
| Lit the almond trees of some state park. | |
| You lay there so still, | |
| I was afraid I might have lost you. | |
| And I' ve been talking to you. | |
| I wish you' d talk, too. | |
| Mulholland, | |
| Each little light' s a soul outside of Bakersfield. | |
| You shut your saltwater eyes | |
| While the radio played soft and clear. | |
| And I was talking to you, | |
| I was talking to you. |
| zuò qǔ : Shearwater | |
| Georgeanna, | |
| The berylline hummingbirds are back in California. | |
| We' ve been frozen here in Dakota, | |
| And I' m thinking the sun could warm you. | |
| And I' ve been talked to, and I' ve been talking, too... | |
| You stopped coughing. | |
| You lay in my lap while the headlights | |
| Lit the almond trees of some state park. | |
| You lay there so still, | |
| I was afraid I might have lost you. | |
| And I' ve been talking to you. | |
| I wish you' d talk, too. | |
| Mulholland, | |
| Each little light' s a soul outside of Bakersfield. | |
| You shut your saltwater eyes | |
| While the radio played soft and clear. | |
| And I was talking to you, | |
| I was talking to you. |