| 歌曲 | Spaceless |
| 歌手 | Andreas Johnson |
| 专辑 | Liebling |
| 作曲 : Johnson | |
| In a city of cream, were floating by | |
| Like creeps and tarts under neon skies | |
| In colours of green, scarlet and blue | |
| Dhe's taking my hand... leading me to... | |
| S secret room, | |
| I can feel her breath | |
| Her body is tanned, my head in a mess | |
| Yhe flavour is sweet, god-given bright... | |
| Master of intelligence won't find me tonight | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I'm coming home... in a stretchout car, on a lowside street | |
| She's pulling me close, to make me complete | |
| The colour is green, turning to red | |
| Her fingers are crossed over my head... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I'm coming home... | |
| Tonight... | |
| In a city of cream, were floating by | |
| Like creeps and tarts under neon skies | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I'm coming home tonight... |
| zuò qǔ : Johnson | |
| In a city of cream, were floating by | |
| Like creeps and tarts under neon skies | |
| In colours of green, scarlet and blue | |
| Dhe' s taking my hand... leading me to... | |
| S secret room, | |
| I can feel her breath | |
| Her body is tanned, my head in a mess | |
| Yhe flavour is sweet, godgiven bright... | |
| Master of intelligence won' t find me tonight | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I' m coming home... in a stretchout car, on a lowside street | |
| She' s pulling me close, to make me complete | |
| The colour is green, turning to red | |
| Her fingers are crossed over my head... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I' m coming home... | |
| Tonight... | |
| In a city of cream, were floating by | |
| Like creeps and tarts under neon skies | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| Leaving me spaceless... | |
| All these beautiful faces, taking me places | |
| I' m coming home tonight... |