| Song | the Stars look Familiar |
| Artist | I Am Kloot |
| Album | Gods and Monsters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bramwell | |
| I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| and if I ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| To fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never cared much anyway | |
| I've dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar | |
| Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya | |
| and if we ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya | |
| You're on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| and in your hand but out of reach | |
| Once more you go into the breach | |
| We fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never made much anyway | |
| and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| But if you ever went astray, I'd say that I knew ya | |
| tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| You're on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| But out of reach within your hand | |
| Is something you don't understand |
| zuo qu : Bramwell | |
| I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| and if I ever go astray, I' ll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| To fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never cared much anyway | |
| I' ve dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar | |
| Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya | |
| and if we ever go astray, I' ll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya | |
| You' re on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| and in your hand but out of reach | |
| Once more you go into the breach | |
| We fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never made much anyway | |
| and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| But if you ever went astray, I' d say that I knew ya | |
| tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| You' re on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| But out of reach within your hand | |
| Is something you don' t understand |
| zuò qǔ : Bramwell | |
| I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| and if I ever go astray, I' ll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| To fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never cared much anyway | |
| I' ve dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar | |
| Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya | |
| and if we ever go astray, I' ll say that I knew ya | |
| Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya | |
| You' re on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| and in your hand but out of reach | |
| Once more you go into the breach | |
| We fall upon ourselves each night | |
| and crawl like vampires from the light | |
| and later on well they all say | |
| They never made much anyway | |
| and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar | |
| like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya | |
| But if you ever went astray, I' d say that I knew ya | |
| tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya | |
| You' re on your marks and off your face | |
| Hung out in some exotic place | |
| But out of reach within your hand | |
| Is something you don' t understand |