She's the kind of girl that tends to brown
freckles on her elbows and her knees
And I'm the boy that passes through these towns
I leave before we find out what it means

I'll send a letter addressed to you
it says you're my California brown and blue
Another chorus line gives into waves
it fades away

So I push through another hotel door
and I pull back the bed sheets till they break
and I sleep so hard I don't even dream
weightless in the arms of Golden Gate

The only music I want to hear
is the sound of the last light left dissapears
Another songbird gives up it's wings it fades away

I'll send a letter addressed to you
it says you're my California brown and blue
Another chorus line gives in to waves
it says your my California Golden Gate

The only music I want to hear is the sound of the last light that disapears
Another songbird gives up it's wings
it fades away
Another songbird gives up it's wings
it fades away

Lyrics by Denison Witmer

                    

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've shattered on the runway
you've brought so many to the light
And now you're by yourself

There comes a point in every fight
When giving up seems like the only way
When everyone one has said goodbye
And now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The rules of cain ,the rights you've made
The owls that caw, for those to blame
The broken glass, the fool that asked
The moving arrow to stop

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've come here in the pourin' rain
You took so many through the light
And now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The ruins of man, the bloody black
The fool that bull the prouder hag
The night the makes the rattle ack
The wolves that follow the outed man
The falling star the way we are
The vern
The rules that never ever mulitply

You must've fallen from the sky
You must've come here on the wrong way
You came among us every time
But now you're on your own

If you need somewhere to fall apart
Somewhere to fall apart
The call you seek, the basket case
The rules of thumb you have to break
The raging skull, The rag to the bull
The nails that drag in either hand
Well I will make my worker that
I know this place
I know this time

You must've fallen from the sky

Lyrics by Glen Hansard

                          
从前...有一头孤单的角马...

他跑到星球的另一边，有爱尔兰音乐和墨西哥菜的地方。

在那里想念他的非洲大草原...

赞美我的星球，

赞美你干涸的空气和孤独的生命。