| Song | Faithful Night, Listening |
| Artist | Great Lake Swimmers |
| Album | Great Lake Swimmers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dekker | |
| As I sit here on this curb | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| With my guitar in my hands | |
| Playing a lonely midnight song | |
| A stranger approaches me and says | |
| Why do you play | |
| And I answer him | |
| This parking lot and | |
| Everyone else lies in its dark corners | |
| And down it's dark alleyways | |
| Is my audience | |
| And this song is for this night | |
| And all that comes with it | |
| And all that belongs to it | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| And I shiver in the cool air | |
| My guitar echoes against the back of sleeping building | |
| My faithful night still listens | |
| And my faithful night still listens | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears |
| zuo qu : Dekker | |
| As I sit here on this curb | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| With my guitar in my hands | |
| Playing a lonely midnight song | |
| A stranger approaches me and says | |
| Why do you play | |
| And I answer him | |
| This parking lot and | |
| Everyone else lies in its dark corners | |
| And down it' s dark alleyways | |
| Is my audience | |
| And this song is for this night | |
| And all that comes with it | |
| And all that belongs to it | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| And I shiver in the cool air | |
| My guitar echoes against the back of sleeping building | |
| My faithful night still listens | |
| And my faithful night still listens | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears |
| zuò qǔ : Dekker | |
| As I sit here on this curb | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| With my guitar in my hands | |
| Playing a lonely midnight song | |
| A stranger approaches me and says | |
| Why do you play | |
| And I answer him | |
| This parking lot and | |
| Everyone else lies in its dark corners | |
| And down it' s dark alleyways | |
| Is my audience | |
| And this song is for this night | |
| And all that comes with it | |
| And all that belongs to it | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| And I shiver in the cool air | |
| My guitar echoes against the back of sleeping building | |
| My faithful night still listens | |
| And my faithful night still listens | |
| Play for the stars | |
| And the immobile cars | |
| Stray cats and telephone lines | |
| The old dumpster bins | |
| They will all receive me | |
| Will not turn me away | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears | |
| They will listen with kind ears |