| 歌曲 | Time and Good Fortune |
| 歌手 | Duncan Sheik |
| 专辑 | Phantom Moon |
| 作词 : Sater, Sheik | |
| Drifter, what about her conversation? | |
| Drifter, how about an explanation? | |
| Where you go when you receive? | |
| And why you never let her feed? | |
| On all that truth you hold so dear | |
| But never let another near | |
| No one around | |
| My, don't we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the quiet gazes | |
| No, to the muttered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Taster of the poetry | |
| Of Pater, | |
| Proust and | |
| SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep | |
| When are you to stop and weep? | |
| For all your inability | |
| To mate with your own memory | |
| No one around | |
| My, don't we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the mindless gazes | |
| No, to the splintered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Singer, will the singing say it? | |
| Singer, would such saying change it? | |
| A whole long life spent tuning strings | |
| And will it now mean anything? | |
| But empty chords that only bring | |
| An endless, voiceless sorrowing | |
| No one around | |
| My, don't we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the frightened gazes | |
| No, to the stuttered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Time and good fortune |
| zuò cí : Sater, Sheik | |
| Drifter, what about her conversation? | |
| Drifter, how about an explanation? | |
| Where you go when you receive? | |
| And why you never let her feed? | |
| On all that truth you hold so dear | |
| But never let another near | |
| No one around | |
| My, don' t we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the quiet gazes | |
| No, to the muttered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Taster of the poetry | |
| Of Pater, | |
| Proust and | |
| SocratesWhat are you to do but sleep | |
| When are you to stop and weep? | |
| For all your inability | |
| To mate with your own memory | |
| No one around | |
| My, don' t we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the mindless gazes | |
| No, to the splintered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Singer, will the singing say it? | |
| Singer, would such saying change it? | |
| A whole long life spent tuning strings | |
| And will it now mean anything? | |
| But empty chords that only bring | |
| An endless, voiceless sorrowing | |
| No one around | |
| My, don' t we love? | |
| No one around | |
| No, to the frightened gazes | |
| No, to the stuttered phrases | |
| No, to the utter waste of | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Time and good fortune | |
| Time and good fortune |