| Song | Searchin' for the Satellites |
| Artist | Bleu |
| Album | Redhead [Columbia] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McAuley | |
| Lyin' on our backs | |
| We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
| Undressin' all the stars | |
| Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
| Everything connected easy then | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We stole your daddy's car | |
| Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
| Yellin' "gin" all night | |
| Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
| Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We crumpled time into a ball | |
| We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
| Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
| We pissed it up into the air | |
| And let the drops fly everywhere | |
| Spreadin' out the temporary light |
| zuo qu : McAuley | |
| Lyin' on our backs | |
| We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
| Undressin' all the stars | |
| Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
| Everything connected easy then | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We stole your daddy' s car | |
| Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
| Yellin' " gin" all night | |
| Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
| Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We crumpled time into a ball | |
| We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
| Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
| We pissed it up into the air | |
| And let the drops fly everywhere | |
| Spreadin' out the temporary light |
| zuò qǔ : McAuley | |
| Lyin' on our backs | |
| We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
| Undressin' all the stars | |
| Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
| Everything connected easy then | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We stole your daddy' s car | |
| Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
| Yellin' " gin" all night | |
| Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
| Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
| Searchin' for the satellites | |
| To me they all just look like stars | |
| We crumpled time into a ball | |
| We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
| Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
| We pissed it up into the air | |
| And let the drops fly everywhere | |
| Spreadin' out the temporary light |