| Song | Heard Somebody Cry |
| Artist | Oingo Boingo |
| Album | Dead Man's Party |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Elfman | |
| (I thought I heard somebody cry-- I though I heard somebody cry) | |
| I went to see what | |
| I could find | |
| Like flowers in the dead of night | |
| Like shadows in the moonlight-- | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| A choir with a single voice-- | |
| A picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect-- | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| CHORUS It isn't true | |
| I am not the ghost | |
| Without a soul . . . | |
| Come Listen to my heart | |
| You feel the beat . . . | |
| Stop Listen to the sound | |
| Of moving feet . . . | |
| Walk Through the halls at night | |
| When I'm asleep | |
| I don't believe . . . | |
| I don't believe | |
| The shoe is on the other foot-- | |
| The glove is on the fist | |
| The first is like a cannonball-- | |
| But it feels like a kiss | |
| I got a bed that's real soft-- | |
| In a room that's always sad | |
| I thought | |
| I heard a window sigh-- | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| CHORUS A choir with a single voice--a picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect-- | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| I sip the running water-- | |
| Like rivers from your eyes | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry-- | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry-- | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry-- | |
| I thought | |
| I'd go and see | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry-- | |
| Somebody might be me |
| zuo ci : Elfman | |
| I thought I heard somebody cry I though I heard somebody cry | |
| I went to see what | |
| I could find | |
| Like flowers in the dead of night | |
| Like shadows in the moonlight | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| A choir with a single voice | |
| A picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| CHORUS It isn' t true | |
| I am not the ghost | |
| Without a soul . . . | |
| Come Listen to my heart | |
| You feel the beat . . . | |
| Stop Listen to the sound | |
| Of moving feet . . . | |
| Walk Through the halls at night | |
| When I' m asleep | |
| I don' t believe . . . | |
| I don' t believe | |
| The shoe is on the other foot | |
| The glove is on the fist | |
| The first is like a cannonball | |
| But it feels like a kiss | |
| I got a bed that' s real soft | |
| In a room that' s always sad | |
| I thought | |
| I heard a window sigh | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| CHORUS A choir with a single voicea picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| I sip the running water | |
| Like rivers from your eyes | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| I thought | |
| I' d go and see | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be me |
| zuò cí : Elfman | |
| I thought I heard somebody cry I though I heard somebody cry | |
| I went to see what | |
| I could find | |
| Like flowers in the dead of night | |
| Like shadows in the moonlight | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| A choir with a single voice | |
| A picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| CHORUS It isn' t true | |
| I am not the ghost | |
| Without a soul . . . | |
| Come Listen to my heart | |
| You feel the beat . . . | |
| Stop Listen to the sound | |
| Of moving feet . . . | |
| Walk Through the halls at night | |
| When I' m asleep | |
| I don' t believe . . . | |
| I don' t believe | |
| The shoe is on the other foot | |
| The glove is on the fist | |
| The first is like a cannonball | |
| But it feels like a kiss | |
| I got a bed that' s real soft | |
| In a room that' s always sad | |
| I thought | |
| I heard a window sigh | |
| I though I heard somebody cry | |
| CHORUS A choir with a single voicea picnic on a cliff | |
| Antenna like an insect | |
| To pick up all your thoughts | |
| I sip the running water | |
| Like rivers from your eyes | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be lost | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| I thought | |
| I' d go and see | |
| I thought | |
| I heard somebody cry | |
| Somebody might be me |