| Song | Come On Darkness |
| Artist | Camper Van Beethoven |
| Album | Key Lime Pie |
| 作词 : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ... | |
| Come on slowly | |
| Won't you rise and come | |
| To the top of this hill | |
| Where the cool breeze spills | |
| Now that it's dusk | |
| Someone drive them off the street | |
| Let the pavements cool | |
| Come on now | |
| So come on love | |
| And lay your body down, next to mine | |
| 'cause what we're longing for has withered in the light | |
| Come on darkness | |
| Lay your body down on us | |
| We've been calling you for so long now | |
| We're weary of your name | |
| Come on blackness | |
| Let me breathe you in | |
| 'cause with this clattering and din we are calling you | |
| Brother, have you got a smoke | |
| Or baby, have you got a dime | |
| Seems like we're all a little down on our luck | |
| And baby if you're workin' now out in bakersfield | |
| At some honky-tonk they call the wagon wheel | |
| I feel swept and you feel rolled away | |
| So come on darkness, i need you today | |
| Come on blackness, let me breathe you in | |
| 'cause with this clattering and din i am calling you | |
| Come on darkness | |
| Come on darkness |
| zuò cí : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ... | |
| Come on slowly | |
| Won' t you rise and come | |
| To the top of this hill | |
| Where the cool breeze spills | |
| Now that it' s dusk | |
| Someone drive them off the street | |
| Let the pavements cool | |
| Come on now | |
| So come on love | |
| And lay your body down, next to mine | |
| ' cause what we' re longing for has withered in the light | |
| Come on darkness | |
| Lay your body down on us | |
| We' ve been calling you for so long now | |
| We' re weary of your name | |
| Come on blackness | |
| Let me breathe you in | |
| ' cause with this clattering and din we are calling you | |
| Brother, have you got a smoke | |
| Or baby, have you got a dime | |
| Seems like we' re all a little down on our luck | |
| And baby if you' re workin' now out in bakersfield | |
| At some honkytonk they call the wagon wheel | |
| I feel swept and you feel rolled away | |
| So come on darkness, i need you today | |
| Come on blackness, let me breathe you in | |
| ' cause with this clattering and din i am calling you | |
| Come on darkness | |
| Come on darkness |