| Song | Sandriam |
| Artist | Perry Blake |
| Album | Still Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Murphy | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Never win, never lose, never love, never listen to the wind | |
| That I’ll fill every dream, every waking, every sleep, | |
| Every taste, every graze | |
| And these seasons in your hand | |
| And the things that we’ll never understand | |
| Never win, never lose, never ever understand | |
| Understand | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| I was born to be loved, to be held | |
| And those heroes in the sun will become nothing more | |
| Than the shadows on your grave | |
| Than the crossroads on your face. | |
| On your face | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Where does it go? | |
| Why does it go? | |
| I know now, | |
| I know you now | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight |
| zuo qu : Blake, Murphy | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Never win, never lose, never love, never listen to the wind | |
| That I' ll fill every dream, every waking, every sleep, | |
| Every taste, every graze | |
| And these seasons in your hand | |
| And the things that we' ll never understand | |
| Never win, never lose, never ever understand | |
| Understand | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| I was born to be loved, to be held | |
| And those heroes in the sun will become nothing more | |
| Than the shadows on your grave | |
| Than the crossroads on your face. | |
| On your face | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Where does it go? | |
| Why does it go? | |
| I know now, | |
| I know you now | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Murphy | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Never win, never lose, never love, never listen to the wind | |
| That I' ll fill every dream, every waking, every sleep, | |
| Every taste, every graze | |
| And these seasons in your hand | |
| And the things that we' ll never understand | |
| Never win, never lose, never ever understand | |
| Understand | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| I was born to be loved, to be held | |
| And those heroes in the sun will become nothing more | |
| Than the shadows on your grave | |
| Than the crossroads on your face. | |
| On your face | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight | |
| Where does it go? | |
| Why does it go? | |
| I know now, | |
| I know you now | |
| Sandriam, leave on the lights | |
| Sandriam, maybe tonight |