| Song | Secret Someones |
| Artist | Laura Veirs |
| Album | Year of Meteors |
| 作词 : Veirs | |
| I'm climbing up the stairs | |
| I'm circling the waves | |
| The broken ceiling paint | |
| The broken windowpane | |
| O a smile would melt | |
| Me to an asphalt strip | |
| Where all would travel | |
| Where all would tread and trip | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll | |
| And all the secret someones go | |
| And all the roving rovers ramble | |
| Down my back, down my track… | |
| The horizon disappears | |
| Like a windswept trail | |
| Gone from wind and rain | |
| Blurred like a charcoal stain | |
| Smearing your face | |
| Your shins are skinned again | |
| You can soak up my heat | |
| Sweat your beaded jewels to the street | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll… | |
| Hey hey hey hey | |
| Tell me, did you make it to the show? | |
| Tell me, what did you make of the drummer's hair? | |
| Tell me, about the atmosphere | |
| Tell me, about the faces that greeted you there | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll… |
| zuò cí : Veirs | |
| I' m climbing up the stairs | |
| I' m circling the waves | |
| The broken ceiling paint | |
| The broken windowpane | |
| O a smile would melt | |
| Me to an asphalt strip | |
| Where all would travel | |
| Where all would tread and trip | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll | |
| And all the secret someones go | |
| And all the roving rovers ramble | |
| Down my back, down my track | |
| The horizon disappears | |
| Like a windswept trail | |
| Gone from wind and rain | |
| Blurred like a charcoal stain | |
| Smearing your face | |
| Your shins are skinned again | |
| You can soak up my heat | |
| Sweat your beaded jewels to the street | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll | |
| Hey hey hey hey | |
| Tell me, did you make it to the show? | |
| Tell me, what did you make of the drummer' s hair? | |
| Tell me, about the atmosphere | |
| Tell me, about the faces that greeted you there | |
| Where all the rolling rollers roll |