| Song | From Ghost Town - normal |
| Artist | Robert Forster |
| Album | The Evangelist |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Forster | |
| The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
| From Ghost Town | |
| To a place no one can trace | |
| Maybe there's peace there in the streets there | |
| It's gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Not to return, why, no, no | |
| Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| David wrote in his good-bye note | |
| "It's all different now" | |
| And he's right, I hope I get it right | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It's strong, yes, yes, yes | |
| What we made for a thousand years | |
| It will not fade, no, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| There are places he could have stayed | |
| But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
| There were hearts, there was help | |
| But he couldn't love them because he didn't love himself | |
| It's gone, yes yes yes | |
| It's wrong and why should this be so | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| And he knew more than I knew | |
| And I hated what he hated too | |
| This world, now that's gone | |
| A girl a thousand words | |
| A swirl and why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da, da | |
| There are people who love the moon | |
| Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
| They hate the day it's just too rough | |
| They go in the morning when they've had enough | |
| David wrote in his good-bye note | |
| "It's all different now" | |
| And it is there's much I'll miss | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It's gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Its wrong and why should this be so | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why |
| zuo qu : Forster | |
| The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
| From Ghost Town | |
| To a place no one can trace | |
| Maybe there' s peace there in the streets there | |
| It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Not to return, why, no, no | |
| Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| David wrote in his goodbye note | |
| " It' s all different now" | |
| And he' s right, I hope I get it right | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It' s strong, yes, yes, yes | |
| What we made for a thousand years | |
| It will not fade, no, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| There are places he could have stayed | |
| But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
| There were hearts, there was help | |
| But he couldn' t love them because he didn' t love himself | |
| It' s gone, yes yes yes | |
| It' s wrong and why should this be so | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| And he knew more than I knew | |
| And I hated what he hated too | |
| This world, now that' s gone | |
| A girl a thousand words | |
| A swirl and why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da, da | |
| There are people who love the moon | |
| Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
| They hate the day it' s just too rough | |
| They go in the morning when they' ve had enough | |
| David wrote in his goodbye note | |
| " It' s all different now" | |
| And it is there' s much I' ll miss | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Its wrong and why should this be so | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why |
| zuò qǔ : Forster | |
| The secret goes with its books and clothes | |
| From Ghost Town | |
| To a place no one can trace | |
| Maybe there' s peace there in the streets there | |
| It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Not to return, why, no, no | |
| Burned, yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| David wrote in his goodbye note | |
| " It' s all different now" | |
| And he' s right, I hope I get it right | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It' s strong, yes, yes, yes | |
| What we made for a thousand years | |
| It will not fade, no, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| No, no, no | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| There are places he could have stayed | |
| But he had to go because he loved the rain | |
| There were hearts, there was help | |
| But he couldn' t love them because he didn' t love himself | |
| It' s gone, yes yes yes | |
| It' s wrong and why should this be so | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| Yes, yes, yes | |
| And he knew more than I knew | |
| And I hated what he hated too | |
| This world, now that' s gone | |
| A girl a thousand words | |
| A swirl and why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da | |
| Da, da, da, da, da | |
| There are people who love the moon | |
| Its milky warmth and its brilliant gloom | |
| They hate the day it' s just too rough | |
| They go in the morning when they' ve had enough | |
| David wrote in his goodbye note | |
| " It' s all different now" | |
| And it is there' s much I' ll miss | |
| As I go on, as I move on | |
| It' s gone, yes, yes, yes | |
| Its wrong and why should this be so | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why | |
| Why, why, why |