| Song | Parisian Dream |
| Artist | Laura Veirs |
| Album | Year of Meteors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Veirs | |
| LAURA VEIRS | |
| Parisian Dream | |
| Your painting | |
| Scratched lines of blue and gold | |
| You open me up | |
| Was folding into myself | |
| A deck of cards | |
| Face down empty on the shelf | |
| Your song with | |
| Emphasis on one and two | |
| Then I couldn't keep time | |
| You took me into a dream | |
| Exploding soundtrack | |
| That I treasure as mine… | |
| I was bent over | |
| My chest and invisible line | |
| Sinking | |
| But then the light | |
| The lamp that I held | |
| In my blistered hands | |
| You the fuel and | |
| Me the fool for not noticing | |
| This Chinese junk we're on | |
| With strapping strong | |
| You cast free the lines | |
| Let's float here | |
| Together clearly we better | |
| Slip out to the brine! |
| zuo ci : Veirs | |
| LAURA VEIRS | |
| Parisian Dream | |
| Your painting | |
| Scratched lines of blue and gold | |
| You open me up | |
| Was folding into myself | |
| A deck of cards | |
| Face down empty on the shelf | |
| Your song with | |
| Emphasis on one and two | |
| Then I couldn' t keep time | |
| You took me into a dream | |
| Exploding soundtrack | |
| That I treasure as mine | |
| I was bent over | |
| My chest and invisible line | |
| Sinking | |
| But then the light | |
| The lamp that I held | |
| In my blistered hands | |
| You the fuel and | |
| Me the fool for not noticing | |
| This Chinese junk we' re on | |
| With strapping strong | |
| You cast free the lines | |
| Let' s float here | |
| Together clearly we better | |
| Slip out to the brine! |
| zuò cí : Veirs | |
| LAURA VEIRS | |
| Parisian Dream | |
| Your painting | |
| Scratched lines of blue and gold | |
| You open me up | |
| Was folding into myself | |
| A deck of cards | |
| Face down empty on the shelf | |
| Your song with | |
| Emphasis on one and two | |
| Then I couldn' t keep time | |
| You took me into a dream | |
| Exploding soundtrack | |
| That I treasure as mine | |
| I was bent over | |
| My chest and invisible line | |
| Sinking | |
| But then the light | |
| The lamp that I held | |
| In my blistered hands | |
| You the fuel and | |
| Me the fool for not noticing | |
| This Chinese junk we' re on | |
| With strapping strong | |
| You cast free the lines | |
| Let' s float here | |
| Together clearly we better | |
| Slip out to the brine! |