| Song | Bright White Flame |
| Artist | Underworld |
| Album | Underneath The Radar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hyde, Smith, Thomas | |
| Come with me | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That you knew by name | |
| And you will again | |
| Take my hand | |
| We're getting out of here | |
| No more time for tears | |
| For the wasted years | |
| No more crumble in the night | |
| No more tears on an empty pillow | |
| Voices out of sight cryin' hard - runnin' scared | |
| No more tears in the gloom | |
| No more gurus that I just can't follow | |
| Older than a heart beat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| If I die before I go this is the way | |
| Older than a heartbeat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| And hands | |
| How she loved those hands | |
| Now she could not stand | |
| To be near that man | |
| So she turned | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That she knew by name | |
| Now there'd be no pain | |
| I am the river that goes on and one | |
| On into the sea | |
| It carries you away |
| zuo ci : Hyde, Smith, Thomas | |
| Come with me | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That you knew by name | |
| And you will again | |
| Take my hand | |
| We' re getting out of here | |
| No more time for tears | |
| For the wasted years | |
| No more crumble in the night | |
| No more tears on an empty pillow | |
| Voices out of sight cryin' hard runnin' scared | |
| No more tears in the gloom | |
| No more gurus that I just can' t follow | |
| Older than a heart beat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| If I die before I go this is the way | |
| Older than a heartbeat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| And hands | |
| How she loved those hands | |
| Now she could not stand | |
| To be near that man | |
| So she turned | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That she knew by name | |
| Now there' d be no pain | |
| I am the river that goes on and one | |
| On into the sea | |
| It carries you away |
| zuò cí : Hyde, Smith, Thomas | |
| Come with me | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That you knew by name | |
| And you will again | |
| Take my hand | |
| We' re getting out of here | |
| No more time for tears | |
| For the wasted years | |
| No more crumble in the night | |
| No more tears on an empty pillow | |
| Voices out of sight cryin' hard runnin' scared | |
| No more tears in the gloom | |
| No more gurus that I just can' t follow | |
| Older than a heart beat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| If I die before I go this is the way | |
| Older than a heartbeat | |
| Older than the sun | |
| And hands | |
| How she loved those hands | |
| Now she could not stand | |
| To be near that man | |
| So she turned | |
| To the bright white flame | |
| That she knew by name | |
| Now there' d be no pain | |
| I am the river that goes on and one | |
| On into the sea | |
| It carries you away |