| Song | Sundowning |
| Artist | Aqualung |
| Album | Magnetic North |
| 作曲 : Matt Hales | |
| 作词 : Matt Hales | |
| I found the missing | |
| Puzzle piece but | |
| I don't know, | |
| I don't know where to begin. | |
| Do I have what | |
| What you need to | |
| Put it all back together again? | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| These shadows slowly climbing up the walls. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we're just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| We torched another | |
| Golden morning. | |
| You only get, only get back what you can give. | |
| Oh, perhaps we need a | |
| Little time | |
| Little time to remember how to live, oh. | |
| With the rising of the moon | |
| The dying of the afternoon | |
| The evening takes us with it as it falls. | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| These shadows slowly climbing up the walls. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we're just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Not waving and not drowning. | |
| Just sundowning. | |
| As daylight drifts away | |
| And everything starts to fade | |
| And all our colors turn to black and white. | |
| The heart don't make a sound. | |
| Feet don't you touch the ground. | |
| Could this be just a tricking of the light? | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| But maybe | |
| I could wait another night. | |
| Cause maybe we're just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Baby we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Darling we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Not waving and not drowning. | |
| Just sundowning. | |
| Just sundowning. |
| zuò qǔ : Matt Hales | |
| zuò cí : Matt Hales | |
| I found the missing | |
| Puzzle piece but | |
| I don' t know, | |
| I don' t know where to begin. | |
| Do I have what | |
| What you need to | |
| Put it all back together again? | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| These shadows slowly climbing up the walls. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we' re just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| We torched another | |
| Golden morning. | |
| You only get, only get back what you can give. | |
| Oh, perhaps we need a | |
| Little time | |
| Little time to remember how to live, oh. | |
| With the rising of the moon | |
| The dying of the afternoon | |
| The evening takes us with it as it falls. | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| These shadows slowly climbing up the walls. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we' re just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Maybe we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Not waving and not drowning. | |
| Just sundowning. | |
| As daylight drifts away | |
| And everything starts to fade | |
| And all our colors turn to black and white. | |
| The heart don' t make a sound. | |
| Feet don' t you touch the ground. | |
| Could this be just a tricking of the light? | |
| The breath is in my mouth | |
| To blow this fire out. | |
| But maybe | |
| I could wait another night. | |
| Cause maybe we' re just | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Baby we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Darling we are | |
| Sundowning. | |
| Not waving and not drowning. | |
| Just sundowning. | |
| Just sundowning. |