| Song | Stars In The Streetlight |
| Artist | Chamberlain |
| Album | The Moon My Saddle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| You're laid out | |
| like a landscape | |
| on the frontier of my floor. | |
| In the next room | |
| the girls are singing, | |
| they must be wondering where you are. | |
| Who'd have thought girl, | |
| late last spring, | |
| we'd still be the same? | |
| You let your hands fall | |
| over my eyelids, | |
| vaguely imitating rains. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We'll all run outside | |
| and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| I can't argue with you, | |
| like I can't argue with the blues | |
| that this night has put on. | |
| Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
| and more like a song. | |
| Everyone's asleep now. | |
| This house breathes somehow, | |
| the radio plays low. | |
| And as you leave I know, | |
| wherever you go, | |
| flowers must follow. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| Please, don't run out on me. | |
| I'll make it through the night | |
| if you're here by my side. | |
| Please, don't run out on me. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| (Don't keep me waiting). |
| zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| You' re laid out | |
| like a landscape | |
| on the frontier of my floor. | |
| In the next room | |
| the girls are singing, | |
| they must be wondering where you are. | |
| Who' d have thought girl, | |
| late last spring, | |
| we' d still be the same? | |
| You let your hands fall | |
| over my eyelids, | |
| vaguely imitating rains. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside | |
| and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| I can' t argue with you, | |
| like I can' t argue with the blues | |
| that this night has put on. | |
| Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
| and more like a song. | |
| Everyone' s asleep now. | |
| This house breathes somehow, | |
| the radio plays low. | |
| And as you leave I know, | |
| wherever you go, | |
| flowers must follow. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| Please, don' t run out on me. | |
| I' ll make it through the night | |
| if you' re here by my side. | |
| Please, don' t run out on me. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| Don' t keep me waiting. |
| zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| You' re laid out | |
| like a landscape | |
| on the frontier of my floor. | |
| In the next room | |
| the girls are singing, | |
| they must be wondering where you are. | |
| Who' d have thought girl, | |
| late last spring, | |
| we' d still be the same? | |
| You let your hands fall | |
| over my eyelids, | |
| vaguely imitating rains. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside | |
| and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| I can' t argue with you, | |
| like I can' t argue with the blues | |
| that this night has put on. | |
| Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
| and more like a song. | |
| Everyone' s asleep now. | |
| This house breathes somehow, | |
| the radio plays low. | |
| And as you leave I know, | |
| wherever you go, | |
| flowers must follow. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| Please, don' t run out on me. | |
| I' ll make it through the night | |
| if you' re here by my side. | |
| Please, don' t run out on me. | |
| If the sky falls tonight... | |
| We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
| Don' t keep me waiting. |