| Song | A Room Lives in Lucy |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | From Horizon to Horizon |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| I hear voices from another morning | |
| And in the sunlight I feel the room grow | |
| Windows, white curtained and smooth walls | |
| But the night leaves her on the floors | |
| Of a mansion hall | |
| And the feet on the floors | |
| I must get up off the floors | |
| Off the floors... off the floors.... | |
| In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
| I feel someone's waking in my room again | |
| She says she's leaving | |
| But she will never go | |
| Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves | |
| She's stretching but she cannot reach | |
| The pale flowers | |
| Watching their petals fall | |
| Like the rain | |
| How it rains... how it rains... | |
| In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
| There are a lot of nice places we could go | |
| There are such a lot of nice places we could go | |
| There are so many beautiful places | |
| I've seen them somewhere | |
| But where is it we go | |
| With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood | |
| And the gentle laughter swirls round the room | |
| And she's gone | |
| In Lucy lives a room |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| I hear voices from another morning | |
| And in the sunlight I feel the room grow | |
| Windows, white curtained and smooth walls | |
| But the night leaves her on the floors | |
| Of a mansion hall | |
| And the feet on the floors | |
| I must get up off the floors | |
| Off the floors... off the floors.... | |
| In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
| I feel someone' s waking in my room again | |
| She says she' s leaving | |
| But she will never go | |
| Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves | |
| She' s stretching but she cannot reach | |
| The pale flowers | |
| Watching their petals fall | |
| Like the rain | |
| How it rains... how it rains... | |
| In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
| There are a lot of nice places we could go | |
| There are such a lot of nice places we could go | |
| There are so many beautiful places | |
| I' ve seen them somewhere | |
| But where is it we go | |
| With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood | |
| And the gentle laughter swirls round the room | |
| And she' s gone | |
| In Lucy lives a room |