| Song | St. Marie - normal |
| Artist | The High Dials |
| Album | A New Devotion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| In the streetlights dimming | |
| She is like a ghost | |
| Calling me forth with her hand | |
| In the glow of 4am | |
| I am wide awake | |
| Staggering home, drunk again | |
| Sitting in my sitting room | |
| Revolving once again | |
| I am the axis the house turns on | |
| Night is fading, masquerading | |
| Blowing me its kiss | |
| Find me on the staircase | |
| And whisk me off to bed | |
| Images come flooding up | |
| Out of the fading blue | |
| Soon the dawn will break | |
| And they will vanish in the sun | |
| Bells are ringing, choirs singing | |
| Flooding through the house | |
| Find me on the landing | |
| And whisk me off to bed |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| In the streetlights dimming | |
| She is like a ghost | |
| Calling me forth with her hand | |
| In the glow of 4am | |
| I am wide awake | |
| Staggering home, drunk again | |
| Sitting in my sitting room | |
| Revolving once again | |
| I am the axis the house turns on | |
| Night is fading, masquerading | |
| Blowing me its kiss | |
| Find me on the staircase | |
| And whisk me off to bed | |
| Images come flooding up | |
| Out of the fading blue | |
| Soon the dawn will break | |
| And they will vanish in the sun | |
| Bells are ringing, choirs singing | |
| Flooding through the house | |
| Find me on the landing | |
| And whisk me off to bed |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| In the streetlights dimming | |
| She is like a ghost | |
| Calling me forth with her hand | |
| In the glow of 4am | |
| I am wide awake | |
| Staggering home, drunk again | |
| Sitting in my sitting room | |
| Revolving once again | |
| I am the axis the house turns on | |
| Night is fading, masquerading | |
| Blowing me its kiss | |
| Find me on the staircase | |
| And whisk me off to bed | |
| Images come flooding up | |
| Out of the fading blue | |
| Soon the dawn will break | |
| And they will vanish in the sun | |
| Bells are ringing, choirs singing | |
| Flooding through the house | |
| Find me on the landing | |
| And whisk me off to bed |