| Song | In the End |
| Artist | Luke Temple |
| Album | 出道纪念日 |
| There’s a light in the window that reminds me of heaven | |
| And the love lightened glow on your face | |
| It’s cold here in Iceland and the drunks on the streets | |
| Tie chains onto misery’s gates | |
| When I look at the clouds sometimes I see angels | |
| The wind just a breeze off there wings | |
| Then I think of your feel and my mind starts a spinning | |
| With all of those possible things | |
| In the end dear | |
| When your eyes have seen enough | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
| In the end dear | |
| Though the road was long and tough | |
| The light in you will shine above | |
| All of us people | |
| We’re pulling our wagons | |
| Filled with our prizes and shames | |
| Sometimes mine is heavy | |
| To pull up this hill | |
| But I’ll sit and I’ll think just the same | |
| Like I do sometimes | |
| In the end dear | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won’t steel your love | |
| In the end dear the road was long and tough | |
| The light in you will shine above |
| There' s a light in the window that reminds me of heaven | |
| And the love lightened glow on your face | |
| It' s cold here in Iceland and the drunks on the streets | |
| Tie chains onto misery' s gates | |
| When I look at the clouds sometimes I see angels | |
| The wind just a breeze off there wings | |
| Then I think of your feel and my mind starts a spinning | |
| With all of those possible things | |
| In the end dear | |
| When your eyes have seen enough | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
| In the end dear | |
| Though the road was long and tough | |
| The light in you will shine above | |
| All of us people | |
| We' re pulling our wagons | |
| Filled with our prizes and shames | |
| Sometimes mine is heavy | |
| To pull up this hill | |
| But I' ll sit and I' ll think just the same | |
| Like I do sometimes | |
| In the end dear | |
| The pinch of grief and its wounded thief won' t steel your love | |
| In the end dear the road was long and tough | |
| The light in you will shine above |