| Song | My Invitation |
| Artist | Sarah Slean |
| Album | Night Bugs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Slean | |
| You are what they call the human season | |
| You are all the alphabet in one | |
| You are every colour of confusion | |
| You are all the silence | |
| I've become | |
| Love me for | |
| Stupid reasons | |
| I like those most | |
| Wide-eyed but | |
| Worth believing | |
| God knowsDamn the angry voice that keeps us quiet | |
| The editor whose work is never done | |
| Keeping pretty words between my teeth and | |
| Sweet confessions underneath my tongue | |
| Drowsy contemplation | |
| Do I let you in | |
| This is my invitation | |
| But how do | |
| I begin?She has such an awful lot of soldiers | |
| Quite a lovely army all her own | |
| Night and day they stand before the fortress | |
| Very safe but very all alone |
| zuo qu : Slean | |
| You are what they call the human season | |
| You are all the alphabet in one | |
| You are every colour of confusion | |
| You are all the silence | |
| I' ve become | |
| Love me for | |
| Stupid reasons | |
| I like those most | |
| Wideeyed but | |
| Worth believing | |
| God knowsDamn the angry voice that keeps us quiet | |
| The editor whose work is never done | |
| Keeping pretty words between my teeth and | |
| Sweet confessions underneath my tongue | |
| Drowsy contemplation | |
| Do I let you in | |
| This is my invitation | |
| But how do | |
| I begin? She has such an awful lot of soldiers | |
| Quite a lovely army all her own | |
| Night and day they stand before the fortress | |
| Very safe but very all alone |
| zuò qǔ : Slean | |
| You are what they call the human season | |
| You are all the alphabet in one | |
| You are every colour of confusion | |
| You are all the silence | |
| I' ve become | |
| Love me for | |
| Stupid reasons | |
| I like those most | |
| Wideeyed but | |
| Worth believing | |
| God knowsDamn the angry voice that keeps us quiet | |
| The editor whose work is never done | |
| Keeping pretty words between my teeth and | |
| Sweet confessions underneath my tongue | |
| Drowsy contemplation | |
| Do I let you in | |
| This is my invitation | |
| But how do | |
| I begin? She has such an awful lot of soldiers | |
| Quite a lovely army all her own | |
| Night and day they stand before the fortress | |
| Very safe but very all alone |