| 作词 : Boone | |
| Who was that sneaking up the stairs | |
| Taking a hairpin from her hair | |
| A vision of the locks fallin' down | |
| Crossed my mind and played with the sound | |
| Of tapping gentle tapping at my morning starship | |
| The crystal glint of the turning glass | |
| The creaking sound of the rusted latch | |
| As she slowly opened the door | |
| The darkness told me nothing more | |
| Except, except that she was near my morning starship | |
| She stood within the threshold silently | |
| A ray of moonlight caught her eye | |
| Without a word she said, "Could I come in?" | |
| I said why not you're in already | |
| You might as well stay awhile | |
| She made her way across the room | |
| Her golden hair eclipsed the moon | |
| The perfect head framed in silver blue | |
| Found its way to mine and then I knew | |
| The girl the girl the girl had flown my morning starship | |
| She's gone away what can I do | |
| She took the key she's got the clue | |
| Mysteries unfold with the latch | |
| What she knows I'll never forget | |
| The girl the girl the girl has flown my morning starship | |
| She's travelled with me now in my morning starship |
| zuo ci : Boone | |
| Who was that sneaking up the stairs | |
| Taking a hairpin from her hair | |
| A vision of the locks fallin' down | |
| Crossed my mind and played with the sound | |
| Of tapping gentle tapping at my morning starship | |
| The crystal glint of the turning glass | |
| The creaking sound of the rusted latch | |
| As she slowly opened the door | |
| The darkness told me nothing more | |
| Except, except that she was near my morning starship | |
| She stood within the threshold silently | |
| A ray of moonlight caught her eye | |
| Without a word she said, " Could I come in?" | |
| I said why not you' re in already | |
| You might as well stay awhile | |
| She made her way across the room | |
| Her golden hair eclipsed the moon | |
| The perfect head framed in silver blue | |
| Found its way to mine and then I knew | |
| The girl the girl the girl had flown my morning starship | |
| She' s gone away what can I do | |
| She took the key she' s got the clue | |
| Mysteries unfold with the latch | |
| What she knows I' ll never forget | |
| The girl the girl the girl has flown my morning starship | |
| She' s travelled with me now in my morning starship |
| zuò cí : Boone | |
| Who was that sneaking up the stairs | |
| Taking a hairpin from her hair | |
| A vision of the locks fallin' down | |
| Crossed my mind and played with the sound | |
| Of tapping gentle tapping at my morning starship | |
| The crystal glint of the turning glass | |
| The creaking sound of the rusted latch | |
| As she slowly opened the door | |
| The darkness told me nothing more | |
| Except, except that she was near my morning starship | |
| She stood within the threshold silently | |
| A ray of moonlight caught her eye | |
| Without a word she said, " Could I come in?" | |
| I said why not you' re in already | |
| You might as well stay awhile | |
| She made her way across the room | |
| Her golden hair eclipsed the moon | |
| The perfect head framed in silver blue | |
| Found its way to mine and then I knew | |
| The girl the girl the girl had flown my morning starship | |
| She' s gone away what can I do | |
| She took the key she' s got the clue | |
| Mysteries unfold with the latch | |
| What she knows I' ll never forget | |
| The girl the girl the girl has flown my morning starship | |
| She' s travelled with me now in my morning starship |