| 歌曲 | Spit at Stars |
| 歌手 | Jack Peñate |
| 专辑 | Matinee |
| 作曲 : Peñate | |
| Living without reason, Dwarfed, Alone, Imprisoned, | |
| wondering why I'm here at all. | |
| Why I'm even trying destined to be filing | |
| the higher you reach the harder you fall. | |
| And then you say, we're all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, are loose at their seams. | |
| cos we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| Unifying facts however we act we feel | |
| we've not made our true gold. | |
| Something we can see but not reach or be | |
| can leave you dead in a hole. | |
| dreams are all the same, we're all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, are loose at their seams. | |
| cos we all spit at stars | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| You don't get what you don't deserve, | |
| Don't expect the world will know what that's absurd | |
| Learn to spit, up towards the stars | |
| Cos who knows soon your spit will land on Mars. | |
| and then you'll say, we're all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, loose at their seams | |
| cos we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. |
| zuò qǔ : Pe ate | |
| Living without reason, Dwarfed, Alone, Imprisoned, | |
| wondering why I' m here at all. | |
| Why I' m even trying destined to be filing | |
| the higher you reach the harder you fall. | |
| And then you say, we' re all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, are loose at their seams. | |
| cos we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| Unifying facts however we act we feel | |
| we' ve not made our true gold. | |
| Something we can see but not reach or be | |
| can leave you dead in a hole. | |
| dreams are all the same, we' re all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, are loose at their seams. | |
| cos we all spit at stars | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| You don' t get what you don' t deserve, | |
| Don' t expect the world will know what that' s absurd | |
| Learn to spit, up towards the stars | |
| Cos who knows soon your spit will land on Mars. | |
| and then you' ll say, we' re all the same, | |
| all got our dreams, loose at their seams | |
| cos we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. | |
| we all spit at stars. |