| Song | Shadow On A Harvest Moon |
| Artist | Everything But the Girl |
| Album | The Works |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thorn | |
| Let me tell you about this torch | |
| I carry It's not much of a career | |
| And it won't make my fortune | |
| I fear But it stays alight and won’t be buried | |
| It’s brighter year-by-year | |
| And someday it will surely disappear | |
| When it does | |
| I’ll know | |
| I’ve laid to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honeymoon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| So put away this torch you carry | |
| For it's doing you no good | |
| And surely you know by now that you should | |
| And come the day you die or marry | |
| Will you be understood | |
| When you say that you wanted but never could | |
| Turn your back and lay to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honey moon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| I write these words to make them true, "I've drowned my torch and so should you." |
| zuo ci : Thorn | |
| Let me tell you about this torch | |
| I carry It' s not much of a career | |
| And it won' t make my fortune | |
| I fear But it stays alight and won' t be buried | |
| It' s brighter yearbyyear | |
| And someday it will surely disappear | |
| When it does | |
| I' ll know | |
| I' ve laid to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honeymoon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| So put away this torch you carry | |
| For it' s doing you no good | |
| And surely you know by now that you should | |
| And come the day you die or marry | |
| Will you be understood | |
| When you say that you wanted but never could | |
| Turn your back and lay to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honey moon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| I write these words to make them true, " I' ve drowned my torch and so should you." |
| zuò cí : Thorn | |
| Let me tell you about this torch | |
| I carry It' s not much of a career | |
| And it won' t make my fortune | |
| I fear But it stays alight and won' t be buried | |
| It' s brighter yearbyyear | |
| And someday it will surely disappear | |
| When it does | |
| I' ll know | |
| I' ve laid to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honeymoon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| So put away this torch you carry | |
| For it' s doing you no good | |
| And surely you know by now that you should | |
| And come the day you die or marry | |
| Will you be understood | |
| When you say that you wanted but never could | |
| Turn your back and lay to rest | |
| The ghost of your unhappiness | |
| That flits around from room to room | |
| A widow on a honey moon | |
| A shadow on a harvest moon | |
| I write these words to make them true, " I' ve drowned my torch and so should you." |