| Song | Twilight Home |
| Artist | Justin Sullivan |
| Album | Navigating By the Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sullivan | |
| Now the thick warm cream light | |
| fades down into the mist from the sea | |
| Three surfers â" tiny black specks | |
| out across in the great waves | |
| Lanterns of the little town over | |
| on the hill â" twilight sweet | |
| homecoming | |
| It's all the same | |
| And these things we hold | |
| in our hearts | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home | |
| And always the breathing of the | |
| breaking surf | |
| Drifts through the curtains and | |
| through our dreaming | |
| And these things we hold | |
| to ourselves | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home |
| zuo qu : Sullivan | |
| Now the thick warm cream light | |
| fades down into the mist from the sea | |
| Three surfers " tiny black specks | |
| out across in the great waves | |
| Lanterns of the little town over | |
| on the hill " twilight sweet | |
| homecoming | |
| It' s all the same | |
| And these things we hold | |
| in our hearts | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home | |
| And always the breathing of the | |
| breaking surf | |
| Drifts through the curtains and | |
| through our dreaming | |
| And these things we hold | |
| to ourselves | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home |
| zuò qǔ : Sullivan | |
| Now the thick warm cream light | |
| fades down into the mist from the sea | |
| Three surfers " tiny black specks | |
| out across in the great waves | |
| Lanterns of the little town over | |
| on the hill " twilight sweet | |
| homecoming | |
| It' s all the same | |
| And these things we hold | |
| in our hearts | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home | |
| And always the breathing of the | |
| breaking surf | |
| Drifts through the curtains and | |
| through our dreaming | |
| And these things we hold | |
| to ourselves | |
| Like a promise in the salt of | |
| our blood | |
| Until we come home |