| Song | Coat Check Dream Song |
| Artist | Bright Eyes |
| Album | Cassadaga |
| 作曲 : Conor Oberst & Nate Walcott | |
| Shrill as a choir of children | |
| Urgent like the first day of May | |
| False and inflatable feeling | |
| Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade | |
| One brick on top of another | |
| Such is the measure of man | |
| Planets are inset like diamonds | |
| On a gravity halo, eternity's wedding band | |
| I slept with that dealer all summer | |
| The ecstasy is still in my spine | |
| Coat Check I couldn't remember | |
| Walked into the winter, came out on the other side | |
| In the South the sun is shining | |
| Back in the East the lights went out | |
| Stuck on a ladder to heaven | |
| On trial way back in The Hague | |
| Lullaby sounds from the engine | |
| In my Styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate | |
| Black globes, old symbols of freedom | |
| A murderer still on the lam | |
| Cities encircled in iron | |
| On a great silver beltway, democracy's shackled hands | |
| Seance that brought us together | |
| Objects we move with our minds | |
| Coat Check and I lost the number | |
| Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side | |
| Out in the West the cars are crashing | |
| Up in the North the ice gave out | |
| Saada Tekmel B'Lhouria... | |
| Houria... |
| zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst Nate Walcott | |
| Shrill as a choir of children | |
| Urgent like the first day of May | |
| False and inflatable feeling | |
| Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy' s Parade | |
| One brick on top of another | |
| Such is the measure of man | |
| Planets are inset like diamonds | |
| On a gravity halo, eternity' s wedding band | |
| I slept with that dealer all summer | |
| The ecstasy is still in my spine | |
| Coat Check I couldn' t remember | |
| Walked into the winter, came out on the other side | |
| In the South the sun is shining | |
| Back in the East the lights went out | |
| Stuck on a ladder to heaven | |
| On trial way back in The Hague | |
| Lullaby sounds from the engine | |
| In my Styrofoam coffin, asleep on the interstate | |
| Black globes, old symbols of freedom | |
| A murderer still on the lam | |
| Cities encircled in iron | |
| On a great silver beltway, democracy' s shackled hands | |
| Seance that brought us together | |
| Objects we move with our minds | |
| Coat Check and I lost the number | |
| Short sleeves in the winter, fell back through the other side | |
| Out in the West the cars are crashing | |
| Up in the North the ice gave out | |
| Saada Tekmel B' Lhouria... | |
| Houria... |