| Song | New Monuments |
| Artist | The Cave Singers |
| Album | Invitation Songs |
| 作曲 : Fudesco, Lund, Quirk | |
| In a house of disrepute, where I lose my mind | |
| The trains were singing high over the blizzard and the pines | |
| But there's no house on the corner, for there's no corner this time | |
| Just a barely there woods through a tunnel of false lies. | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time | |
| Cause love, dear love, you know love's on my side | |
| So find the mast through the trees in the marina of my life | |
| Flags of my brothers and lovers I can't describe. | |
| But in a house of disrepute, I kiss my own hand | |
| Some barely there maiden makes a stand, makes a stand | |
| But new birds have been winking and I dream of this land | |
| Maybe L.A.'s new home for this man? | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost in your vines | |
| But love, dear love, you know love's on my side | |
| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips | |
| New stones in the garden, I admit, I admit and say so. | |
| In a house of disrepute I lost my old man | |
| Waves were riding high over the buildings and the sand | |
| But new birds have been winking and I dream of your hand | |
| I'm on drugs and there's a mirror but I don't need to stare. | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time | |
| Cause love, dear love, you know love's on my side | |
| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips | |
| New stones in the garden I admit, I admit and say so. |
| zuò qǔ : Fudesco, Lund, Quirk | |
| In a house of disrepute, where I lose my mind | |
| The trains were singing high over the blizzard and the pines | |
| But there' s no house on the corner, for there' s no corner this time | |
| Just a barely there woods through a tunnel of false lies. | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time | |
| Cause love, dear love, you know love' s on my side | |
| So find the mast through the trees in the marina of my life | |
| Flags of my brothers and lovers I can' t describe. | |
| But in a house of disrepute, I kiss my own hand | |
| Some barely there maiden makes a stand, makes a stand | |
| But new birds have been winking and I dream of this land | |
| Maybe L. A.' s new home for this man? | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost in your vines | |
| But love, dear love, you know love' s on my side | |
| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips | |
| New stones in the garden, I admit, I admit and say so. | |
| In a house of disrepute I lost my old man | |
| Waves were riding high over the buildings and the sand | |
| But new birds have been winking and I dream of your hand | |
| I' m on drugs and there' s a mirror but I don' t need to stare. | |
| I must be lost, I must be lost, I must be lost this time | |
| Cause love, dear love, you know love' s on my side | |
| And your lips are a wish, oh I wish of your lips | |
| New stones in the garden I admit, I admit and say so. |