| Song | Lisbon |
| Artist | The Walkmen |
| Album | Lisbon |
| The countless eyes dotted in the night sky | |
| I speak the language, or several hundred words. | |
| A cloudless day, and a thunderous night. | |
| Among companions, | |
| I'll carry my name. | |
| But the life we lead came gradually. | |
| Who keeps the time? | |
| A bitter lime, will do us fine | |
| To kill the taste. | |
| We'll turn deaf ears on all that we don’t wanna hear | |
| But a cause for travel has come again. | |
| At this early hour, | |
| I'll tell your wife a story | |
| She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
| Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived | |
| Those country houses. | |
| And a change of heart tore us apart | |
| Oh, what a ride. | |
| Every chance you have | |
| All the love and life | |
| All the joy and grace | |
| Don't be absurd, don't you think it out | |
| You know what thinking does | |
| To love's shine, and love's light. | |
| Now it's your every word | |
| Oh I'm hanging on | |
| It feels right these days | |
| I saw strange things | |
| The lines of old faces | |
| Up on the stormy sky, tonight. | |
| Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep | |
| In the days to come, | |
| I’ll do the same. | |
| At this early hour, | |
| I'll tell your wife a story | |
| She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
| The life we lead came gradually | |
| Who keeps the time? | |
| Bitter lime, do us fine | |
| To kill the taste.these are the lyrics as per the | |
| Japanese C | |
| D booklet- some of the words at the head of the lines go unsung or at least severely under-pronounced. | |
| I think they add some connective tissue tying the lines together, so | |
| I left them in. |
| The countless eyes dotted in the night sky | |
| I speak the language, or several hundred words. | |
| A cloudless day, and a thunderous night. | |
| Among companions, | |
| I' ll carry my name. | |
| But the life we lead came gradually. | |
| Who keeps the time? | |
| A bitter lime, will do us fine | |
| To kill the taste. | |
| We' ll turn deaf ears on all that we don' t wanna hear | |
| But a cause for travel has come again. | |
| At this early hour, | |
| I' ll tell your wife a story | |
| She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
| Of the souls you loved, and a place you lived | |
| Those country houses. | |
| And a change of heart tore us apart | |
| Oh, what a ride. | |
| Every chance you have | |
| All the love and life | |
| All the joy and grace | |
| Don' t be absurd, don' t you think it out | |
| You know what thinking does | |
| To love' s shine, and love' s light. | |
| Now it' s your every word | |
| Oh I' m hanging on | |
| It feels right these days | |
| I saw strange things | |
| The lines of old faces | |
| Up on the stormy sky, tonight. | |
| Now all the younger kids have gone away to sleep | |
| In the days to come, | |
| I' ll do the same. | |
| At this early hour, | |
| I' ll tell your wife a story | |
| She looks outside and doubles over laughing. | |
| The life we lead came gradually | |
| Who keeps the time? | |
| Bitter lime, do us fine | |
| To kill the taste. these are the lyrics as per the | |
| Japanese C | |
| D booklet some of the words at the head of the lines go unsung or at least severely underpronounced. | |
| I think they add some connective tissue tying the lines together, so | |
| I left them in. |