| Song | The Echo (Maybe Tonight) |
| Artist | Bleu Edmondson |
| Album | Live at Billy Bob's Texas |
| 作曲 : Edmondson | |
| The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls | |
| Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls | |
| One place, one time, one love, we owned the night | |
| And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone | |
| And the neon on Lamar came rumbling on | |
| We swore they wouldn't take us down without a fight | |
| Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars | |
| We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar | |
| And swore to one another only we could make it right | |
| We said | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight we can | |
| I remember your kiss like TNT | |
| How it rattled every long gone part of me | |
| And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name | |
| And the precious drop of sweat running down your back | |
| Like a southbound train burning down the track | |
| Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same | |
| Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners | |
| Searching for the light of day we hoped against hope we could find one voice | |
| To sing what we were desperate to say | |
| We said | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight we can | |
| And the tears running down your face | |
| Like a sad broken prophets parade | |
| While this dirty city sleeps tonight | |
| To the Gutterat serenade | |
| Underneath that holy streetlight | |
| We can take it all back again | |
| And it's the echo of the wounded heart in the night | |
| That proves we were born to win |
| zuò qǔ : Edmondson | |
| The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls | |
| Passion into darkness and the pawnshop pearls | |
| One place, one time, one love, we owned the night | |
| And the tender souls wondered where the faith has all gone | |
| And the neon on Lamar came rumbling on | |
| We swore they wouldn' t take us down without a fight | |
| Hopeless hearted hunters waging war on the stars | |
| We cheered the revolution from a rooftop bar | |
| And swore to one another only we could make it right | |
| We said | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight we can | |
| I remember your kiss like TNT | |
| How it rattled every long gone part of me | |
| And in the heat of the night you shook when you said my name | |
| And the precious drop of sweat running down your back | |
| Like a southbound train burning down the track | |
| Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same | |
| Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners | |
| Searching for the light of day we hoped against hope we could find one voice | |
| To sing what we were desperate to say | |
| We said | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight | |
| Maybe tonight we can | |
| And the tears running down your face | |
| Like a sad broken prophets parade | |
| While this dirty city sleeps tonight | |
| To the Gutterat serenade | |
| Underneath that holy streetlight | |
| We can take it all back again | |
| And it' s the echo of the wounded heart in the night | |
| That proves we were born to win |