| 歌曲 | Desiderata - normal |
| 歌手 | The High Dials |
| 专辑 | A New Devotion |
| I was a boy in a place not far from here | |
| Walled in from the noise | |
| There my nights were dark and clear | |
| Sweet suburban blackness | |
| Beautiful and true | |
| Nights like midnight masses | |
| Silent offerings to you | |
| Now I'm a hologram | |
| An image of the man | |
| I used to be at 17 | |
| Speak to me | |
| Talk to me | |
| Blind me with the boyhood myth | |
| I seek in you | |
| Can I return? | |
| Can I unlearn? | |
| Oh, I know it's wrong but I still go on | |
| Crawling back to you | |
| Crawling back to you | |
| I was a boy in a house not far from here | |
| I played the saddest joy | |
| You put music in my ear | |
| Shapeless teen desire | |
| Alcoholic dream | |
| Flow through headphone wires | |
| Love me do and set me free | |
| Now I'm a hologram | |
| An image of the man | |
| I used to be at 17 | |
| Used to be, used to be… | |
| I see the seasons passing | |
| I feel the weight of wasted years | |
| I'm frightened by the feeling | |
| There is another city here | |
| And I can't find the exit | |
| 'Cause there's no way out on my feet | |
| There is a new devotion | |
| I must find it in my sleep |
| I was a boy in a place not far from here | |
| Walled in from the noise | |
| There my nights were dark and clear | |
| Sweet suburban blackness | |
| Beautiful and true | |
| Nights like midnight masses | |
| Silent offerings to you | |
| Now I' m a hologram | |
| An image of the man | |
| I used to be at 17 | |
| Speak to me | |
| Talk to me | |
| Blind me with the boyhood myth | |
| I seek in you | |
| Can I return? | |
| Can I unlearn? | |
| Oh, I know it' s wrong but I still go on | |
| Crawling back to you | |
| Crawling back to you | |
| I was a boy in a house not far from here | |
| I played the saddest joy | |
| You put music in my ear | |
| Shapeless teen desire | |
| Alcoholic dream | |
| Flow through headphone wires | |
| Love me do and set me free | |
| Now I' m a hologram | |
| An image of the man | |
| I used to be at 17 | |
| Used to be, used to be | |
| I see the seasons passing | |
| I feel the weight of wasted years | |
| I' m frightened by the feeling | |
| There is another city here | |
| And I can' t find the exit | |
| ' Cause there' s no way out on my feet | |
| There is a new devotion | |
| I must find it in my sleep |