| 歌曲 | There's Been an Accident |
| 歌手 | The Twilight Singers |
| 专辑 | Powder Burns |
| 作曲 : Dulli | |
| Daylight is creeping | |
| I feel it burn my face | |
| I don't sleep here no more | |
| So my shadow walks in place of me | |
| Like candy your eyes | |
| Sweetly roll out of control | |
| Like the singer, alive | |
| But just barely holding on | |
| Far away, where you run | |
| When it all became undone | |
| You'll be dust, realise | |
| You were taken for a ride | |
| But still you call that number | |
| Till you're crawling under | |
| Them stones, assorted Jones, and all alone | |
| I'm alive | |
| It kind of took me by surprise | |
| But every time I look away | |
| There's no light, there's no sentry at the gate | |
| Far away, where you run | |
| When it all became undone | |
| You'll be dust, realise | |
| You were taken for a ride | |
| But still you call that number | |
| Till you're crawling under | |
| Till you're crawling under | |
| Till you're crawling under | |
| Them stones, assorted Jones, and picked over bones | |
| Daylight is creeping | |
| I feel it burn my face | |
| I don't sleep here no more | |
| So my shadow walks in place of me |
| zuò qǔ : Dulli | |
| Daylight is creeping | |
| I feel it burn my face | |
| I don' t sleep here no more | |
| So my shadow walks in place of me | |
| Like candy your eyes | |
| Sweetly roll out of control | |
| Like the singer, alive | |
| But just barely holding on | |
| Far away, where you run | |
| When it all became undone | |
| You' ll be dust, realise | |
| You were taken for a ride | |
| But still you call that number | |
| Till you' re crawling under | |
| Them stones, assorted Jones, and all alone | |
| I' m alive | |
| It kind of took me by surprise | |
| But every time I look away | |
| There' s no light, there' s no sentry at the gate | |
| Far away, where you run | |
| When it all became undone | |
| You' ll be dust, realise | |
| You were taken for a ride | |
| But still you call that number | |
| Till you' re crawling under | |
| Till you' re crawling under | |
| Till you' re crawling under | |
| Them stones, assorted Jones, and picked over bones | |
| Daylight is creeping | |
| I feel it burn my face | |
| I don' t sleep here no more | |
| So my shadow walks in place of me |