[00:00.000] 作曲 : Daniel T. Kreiger, Paul F. Dano, Christopher W. Johnson, Robert M. Bruce
[00:22.713]Tired faces from wasted places
[00:25.578]Riding under avenues
[00:28.030]On the edge of drunken reason
[00:31.751]With a paycheck and some food
[00:34.176]Staring into sunken ships and ghost towns
[00:39.904]And empty packs of cigarettes I found on the ground
[00:45.381]And the quiet night, shifts like winter's wild winds
[00:51.149]And condemns my eyes from looking up
[00:58.523]In the still of the night
[01:04.719]Abandoned logic with light
[01:10.264]Well listen flakes
[01:11.797]Things are worse
[01:15.865]As the ghosts of the city street
[01:32.473]There's a silent scene of shadows that dance in the light
[01:38.095]A cinema screen of Manhattan
[01:41.430]In the scene of the night
[01:44.162]Over the sewer and under the trees
[01:46.838]And into my pockets for something to breathe
[01:49.542]And the smoke always looks so good in the cold
[01:57.172]In the still of the night
[02:03.072]Abandon logic with light
[02:08.865]Well listen flakes
[02:10.209]Things are worse
[02:14.501]As the ghosts of the city street
[02:20.525]The night has descended and has drowned
[02:25.546]The shivering sunlight out with quiet sounds
[02:31.239]Of crackling earth as I walk through the park
[02:36.439]On a quiet quest for reason in the dark

作曲 : Daniel T. Kreiger, Paul F. Dano, Christopher W. Johnson, Robert M. Bruce
Tired faces from wasted places
Riding under avenues
On the edge of drunken reason
With a paycheck and some food
Staring into sunken ships and ghost towns
And empty packs of cigarettes I found on the ground
And the quiet night, shifts like winter's wild winds
And condemns my eyes from looking up
In the still of the night
Abandoned logic with light
Well listen flakes
Things are worse
As the ghosts of the city street
There's a silent scene of shadows that dance in the light
A cinema screen of Manhattan
In the scene of the night
Over the sewer and under the trees
And into my pockets for something to breathe
And the smoke always looks so good in the cold
In the still of the night
Abandon logic with light
Well listen flakes
Things are worse
As the ghosts of the city street
The night has descended and has drowned
The shivering sunlight out with quiet sounds
Of crackling earth as I walk through the park
On a quiet quest for reason in the dark