| 歌曲 | Darkest Birds |
| 歌手 | Nine Horses |
| 专辑 | A Victim of Stars 1982-2012 |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| To burst the bubble | |
| End of a perfect day | |
| Head full of trouble | |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| All tar and feathers | |
| Why did none of them dream of trying | |
| To make things better? | |
| Those are the mimicking kind | |
| They are, they are | |
| I number myself among them | |
| The furthest star | |
| And this is the road | |
| I walked on | |
| When I shot you down | |
| All words of forgiveness useless | |
| They won’t help me now | |
| And I should’ve been there for you | |
| When you called my name | |
| I promise to tread more lightly | |
| Though what’s gone is gone | |
| It’s such a shame | |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| They’ve got their reasons | |
| All their pretty colours are gone | |
| Washed out of season | |
| Those are the soaring kind | |
| They are, they are | |
| I number yourself among them | |
| The brightest star | |
| And this is the road | |
| I walked on | |
| When I shot you down | |
| All words of forgiveness useless | |
| They won’t serve me now | |
| And I should’ve been there for you | |
| When you called my name | |
| I promise to tread more lightly | |
| Though what’s done is done | |
| It’s such a shame |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| To burst the bubble | |
| End of a perfect day | |
| Head full of trouble | |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| All tar and feathers | |
| Why did none of them dream of trying | |
| To make things better? | |
| Those are the mimicking kind | |
| They are, they are | |
| I number myself among them | |
| The furthest star | |
| And this is the road | |
| I walked on | |
| When I shot you down | |
| All words of forgiveness useless | |
| They won' t help me now | |
| And I should' ve been there for you | |
| When you called my name | |
| I promise to tread more lightly | |
| Though what' s gone is gone | |
| It' s such a shame | |
| Here come the darkest birds | |
| They' ve got their reasons | |
| All their pretty colours are gone | |
| Washed out of season | |
| Those are the soaring kind | |
| They are, they are | |
| I number yourself among them | |
| The brightest star | |
| And this is the road | |
| I walked on | |
| When I shot you down | |
| All words of forgiveness useless | |
| They won' t serve me now | |
| And I should' ve been there for you | |
| When you called my name | |
| I promise to tread more lightly | |
| Though what' s done is done | |
| It' s such a shame |