| Song | In Neon |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Breaking Hearts |
| 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin | |
| 作词 : John, Taupin | |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom | |
| Lit up on a billboard so everyone sees them in neon | |
| Behind the counter she stares out the window | |
| Up at the billboard that's like a reminder in neon | |
| She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror | |
| Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon | |
| For two cents of danger she'd trust anybody | |
| She'd smoke like a gun if it meant she might wind up | |
| In neon the dreams in the light of a promise that dies | |
| A shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie | |
| In neon the name's gone there's no reason why anymore | |
| Trust them and wind up alone behind a locked door | |
| In neon, in neon | |
| Pictures and patterns, the touches of glamour | |
| Cut into a fashion that flashes above them in neon | |
| A hot cup of coffee held in her fingers | |
| A perfect complexion that lingers above her in neon | |
| She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror | |
| Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon | |
| For a shot at the title, she'd slip into something | |
| She'd smoulder like ashes if it meant she might wind up in neon | |
| In neon |
| zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
| zuò cí : John, Taupin | |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom | |
| Lit up on a billboard so everyone sees them in neon | |
| Behind the counter she stares out the window | |
| Up at the billboard that' s like a reminder in neon | |
| She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror | |
| Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon | |
| For two cents of danger she' d trust anybody | |
| She' d smoke like a gun if it meant she might wind up | |
| In neon the dreams in the light of a promise that dies | |
| A shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie | |
| In neon the name' s gone there' s no reason why anymore | |
| Trust them and wind up alone behind a locked door | |
| In neon, in neon | |
| Pictures and patterns, the touches of glamour | |
| Cut into a fashion that flashes above them in neon | |
| A hot cup of coffee held in her fingers | |
| A perfect complexion that lingers above her in neon | |
| She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror | |
| Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon | |
| For a shot at the title, she' d slip into something | |
| She' d smoulder like ashes if it meant she might wind up in neon | |
| In neon |