| Song | Night Winds |
| Artist | Geographer |
| Album | Animal Shapes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Michael Deni | |
| 制作人 : Michael Deni | |
| A photograph and whisper | |
| Find me in the night | |
| Like the sound of sad dolls | |
| Wishing they could cry | |
| Something only we know | |
| Underneath street lights | |
| Shadows make things easy | |
| So I made you mine | |
| This would be so simple | |
| If you were fast asleep | |
| And all the bottles you throw | |
| They would be lost at sea | |
| You could take my letters | |
| And rearrange the words | |
| You could read them backwards | |
| Until you liked what you heard | |
| If I could know what they know | |
| We could sell this gold | |
| And I could wear your halo | |
| With the nights grow cold | |
| You could wish my child's eyes | |
| Would turn to clouds and part | |
| And I could wish that I lied | |
| When I said I lost your heart | |
| [Chorus] | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| If only last December | |
| Had stayed beneath the snow | |
| I hear your muffled laughter | |
| After the curtains close | |
| But to the sound of night winds | |
| In the dark you grope | |
| Try to find some likeness | |
| Under my wrinkled clothes | |
| [Chorus] | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say |
| zuo qu : Michael Deni | |
| zhi zuo ren : Michael Deni | |
| A photograph and whisper | |
| Find me in the night | |
| Like the sound of sad dolls | |
| Wishing they could cry | |
| Something only we know | |
| Underneath street lights | |
| Shadows make things easy | |
| So I made you mine | |
| This would be so simple | |
| If you were fast asleep | |
| And all the bottles you throw | |
| They would be lost at sea | |
| You could take my letters | |
| And rearrange the words | |
| You could read them backwards | |
| Until you liked what you heard | |
| If I could know what they know | |
| We could sell this gold | |
| And I could wear your halo | |
| With the nights grow cold | |
| You could wish my child' s eyes | |
| Would turn to clouds and part | |
| And I could wish that I lied | |
| When I said I lost your heart | |
| Chorus | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| If only last December | |
| Had stayed beneath the snow | |
| I hear your muffled laughter | |
| After the curtains close | |
| But to the sound of night winds | |
| In the dark you grope | |
| Try to find some likeness | |
| Under my wrinkled clothes | |
| Chorus | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say |
| zuò qǔ : Michael Deni | |
| zhì zuò rén : Michael Deni | |
| A photograph and whisper | |
| Find me in the night | |
| Like the sound of sad dolls | |
| Wishing they could cry | |
| Something only we know | |
| Underneath street lights | |
| Shadows make things easy | |
| So I made you mine | |
| This would be so simple | |
| If you were fast asleep | |
| And all the bottles you throw | |
| They would be lost at sea | |
| You could take my letters | |
| And rearrange the words | |
| You could read them backwards | |
| Until you liked what you heard | |
| If I could know what they know | |
| We could sell this gold | |
| And I could wear your halo | |
| With the nights grow cold | |
| You could wish my child' s eyes | |
| Would turn to clouds and part | |
| And I could wish that I lied | |
| When I said I lost your heart | |
| Chorus | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| If only last December | |
| Had stayed beneath the snow | |
| I hear your muffled laughter | |
| After the curtains close | |
| But to the sound of night winds | |
| In the dark you grope | |
| Try to find some likeness | |
| Under my wrinkled clothes | |
| Chorus | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say | |
| So long the days | |
| That melt away | |
| So long the words | |
| You could not say |