| Song | Saint Lucy |
| Artist | Catie Curtis |
| Album | Hello Stranger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Curtis | |
| I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
| Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
| But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
| All around me your flowers | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can't find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| I walk in to the hall, Ms Love's doing magic tricks | |
| I take a seat in the back by the door | |
| And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
| Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can't find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
| While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
| And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
| If it's all that I am if it's my only prayer then | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is almost dry | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is, well well well | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can't find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me |
| zuo qu : Curtis | |
| I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
| Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
| But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
| All around me your flowers | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| I walk in to the hall, Ms Love' s doing magic tricks | |
| I take a seat in the back by the door | |
| And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
| Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
| While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
| And I can' t help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
| If it' s all that I am if it' s my only prayer then | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is almost dry | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is, well well well | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me |
| zuò qǔ : Curtis | |
| I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
| Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
| But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
| All around me your flowers | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| I walk in to the hall, Ms Love' s doing magic tricks | |
| I take a seat in the back by the door | |
| And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
| Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me | |
| My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
| While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
| And I can' t help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
| If it' s all that I am if it' s my only prayer then | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is almost dry | |
| How far tell me, will faith get me | |
| When the well is, well well well | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
| Oh, Saint Lucy | |
| Lend your eyes, to me |