| Song | God in His Culture |
| Artist | Anika Moa |
| Album | Thinking Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Moa | |
| It seems I've forgotten | |
| Just how you would handle this | |
| The streets are all vacant | |
| And the love songs are stronger [than they are] | |
| And how would you give it up | |
| And how did you lose it before | |
| Theres something uncertain | |
| About the way you carry yourself | |
| Carry yourself | |
| Chorus: | |
| In these walls I am lost in defeat | |
| All my life I will be on the street | |
| It may not be right but it might not be wrong for me | |
| In these walls Ive been counting the years | |
| All my life Ive been crazy | |
| I may hold the answer a thousand times through | |
| Its my law | |
| I was thinking of yesterday | |
| Of God in his culture | |
| He wraps Himself in glory | |
| And punches out the holes in your life | |
| Has everyone been sleeping | |
| Has the twisted tormentor been found | |
| His laugh would house a million or terrified sould | |
| His cry would stump the earth | |
| His recklessness been told | |
| Chorus | |
| And I once tried a moondance in the rain | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| And God in his cultures in the rain (feeling like hell) | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Moa | |
| It seems I' ve forgotten | |
| Just how you would handle this | |
| The streets are all vacant | |
| And the love songs are stronger than they are | |
| And how would you give it up | |
| And how did you lose it before | |
| Theres something uncertain | |
| About the way you carry yourself | |
| Carry yourself | |
| Chorus: | |
| In these walls I am lost in defeat | |
| All my life I will be on the street | |
| It may not be right but it might not be wrong for me | |
| In these walls Ive been counting the years | |
| All my life Ive been crazy | |
| I may hold the answer a thousand times through | |
| Its my law | |
| I was thinking of yesterday | |
| Of God in his culture | |
| He wraps Himself in glory | |
| And punches out the holes in your life | |
| Has everyone been sleeping | |
| Has the twisted tormentor been found | |
| His laugh would house a million or terrified sould | |
| His cry would stump the earth | |
| His recklessness been told | |
| Chorus | |
| And I once tried a moondance in the rain | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| And God in his cultures in the rain feeling like hell | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Moa | |
| It seems I' ve forgotten | |
| Just how you would handle this | |
| The streets are all vacant | |
| And the love songs are stronger than they are | |
| And how would you give it up | |
| And how did you lose it before | |
| Theres something uncertain | |
| About the way you carry yourself | |
| Carry yourself | |
| Chorus: | |
| In these walls I am lost in defeat | |
| All my life I will be on the street | |
| It may not be right but it might not be wrong for me | |
| In these walls Ive been counting the years | |
| All my life Ive been crazy | |
| I may hold the answer a thousand times through | |
| Its my law | |
| I was thinking of yesterday | |
| Of God in his culture | |
| He wraps Himself in glory | |
| And punches out the holes in your life | |
| Has everyone been sleeping | |
| Has the twisted tormentor been found | |
| His laugh would house a million or terrified sould | |
| His cry would stump the earth | |
| His recklessness been told | |
| Chorus | |
| And I once tried a moondance in the rain | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| And God in his cultures in the rain feeling like hell | |
| And I once caught the sunshine in the rain | |
| Chorus |