| Song | Blue Light, Red Light (Someone's There) |
| Artist | Harry Connick, Jr. |
| Album | Blue Light, Red Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Connick, McLean | |
| I live in a tiny closet | |
| A lukewarm cold water flat | |
| With room for a couple of cinders | |
| A mouse, a hole, and a trap | |
| I don't worry about the flights | |
| Or count the stairs | |
| 'cause i know | |
| Someone's there | |
| I took a high paying sweeping-up job | |
| Dusting after somebody else | |
| Seeing that there's clean on the windows | |
| Convincing the snow to melt | |
| I don't worry about the ride | |
| Or the subway fare | |
| 'cause i know | |
| Someone's there | |
| One day we'll move uptown | |
| Or even out to the country side | |
| And for every leaf on a tree | |
| We'll add one cub to the pride | |
| Who cares if the floor ain't level | |
| Or if the ceiling falls in | |
| Haunted by the devil | |
| And ghosts and boogeymen | |
| I can't be concerned | |
| Why should i care | |
| No place i'd go alone would compare | |
| 'cause i know | |
| You're there |
| zuo qu : Connick, McLean | |
| I live in a tiny closet | |
| A lukewarm cold water flat | |
| With room for a couple of cinders | |
| A mouse, a hole, and a trap | |
| I don' t worry about the flights | |
| Or count the stairs | |
| ' cause i know | |
| Someone' s there | |
| I took a high paying sweepingup job | |
| Dusting after somebody else | |
| Seeing that there' s clean on the windows | |
| Convincing the snow to melt | |
| I don' t worry about the ride | |
| Or the subway fare | |
| ' cause i know | |
| Someone' s there | |
| One day we' ll move uptown | |
| Or even out to the country side | |
| And for every leaf on a tree | |
| We' ll add one cub to the pride | |
| Who cares if the floor ain' t level | |
| Or if the ceiling falls in | |
| Haunted by the devil | |
| And ghosts and boogeymen | |
| I can' t be concerned | |
| Why should i care | |
| No place i' d go alone would compare | |
| ' cause i know | |
| You' re there |
| zuò qǔ : Connick, McLean | |
| I live in a tiny closet | |
| A lukewarm cold water flat | |
| With room for a couple of cinders | |
| A mouse, a hole, and a trap | |
| I don' t worry about the flights | |
| Or count the stairs | |
| ' cause i know | |
| Someone' s there | |
| I took a high paying sweepingup job | |
| Dusting after somebody else | |
| Seeing that there' s clean on the windows | |
| Convincing the snow to melt | |
| I don' t worry about the ride | |
| Or the subway fare | |
| ' cause i know | |
| Someone' s there | |
| One day we' ll move uptown | |
| Or even out to the country side | |
| And for every leaf on a tree | |
| We' ll add one cub to the pride | |
| Who cares if the floor ain' t level | |
| Or if the ceiling falls in | |
| Haunted by the devil | |
| And ghosts and boogeymen | |
| I can' t be concerned | |
| Why should i care | |
| No place i' d go alone would compare | |
| ' cause i know | |
| You' re there |