| Song | Pale and Precious |
| Artist | The Dukes of Stratosphear |
| Album | Psonic Psunspot |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johns | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of the windows in her head | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Like the sun as it climbs | |
| Up every morning on her bed | |
| If all of her moments | |
| Were put down in a book | |
| Then I could read it 'til I went blind | |
| If all of the tears | |
| She cried flowed into a brook | |
| Well than I'm sure | |
| It would taste like wine | |
| Don't care what the others might say | |
| As far as I'm concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade away | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Are the steps that I climb | |
| Up to her room so bright and bare | |
| If all of the things she said | |
| Were flowers and tress | |
| Well then her garden | |
| Would always be green | |
| If all of our time together | |
| Fell on one day | |
| It would be like | |
| Every Christmas there's been | |
| Don't care what the others might say | |
| As far as I'm concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade Away | |
| Up she rises each and every morning | |
| She blows the stars out of the sky | |
| And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
| The smell of the pine cones | |
| And the sea in her hair | |
| Silver Gentle |
| zuo ci : Johns | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of the windows in her head | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Like the sun as it climbs | |
| Up every morning on her bed | |
| If all of her moments | |
| Were put down in a book | |
| Then I could read it ' til I went blind | |
| If all of the tears | |
| She cried flowed into a brook | |
| Well than I' m sure | |
| It would taste like wine | |
| Don' t care what the others might say | |
| As far as I' m concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade away | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Are the steps that I climb | |
| Up to her room so bright and bare | |
| If all of the things she said | |
| Were flowers and tress | |
| Well then her garden | |
| Would always be green | |
| If all of our time together | |
| Fell on one day | |
| It would be like | |
| Every Christmas there' s been | |
| Don' t care what the others might say | |
| As far as I' m concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade Away | |
| Up she rises each and every morning | |
| She blows the stars out of the sky | |
| And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
| The smell of the pine cones | |
| And the sea in her hair | |
| Silver Gentle |
| zuò cí : Johns | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of the windows in her head | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Like the sun as it climbs | |
| Up every morning on her bed | |
| If all of her moments | |
| Were put down in a book | |
| Then I could read it ' til I went blind | |
| If all of the tears | |
| She cried flowed into a brook | |
| Well than I' m sure | |
| It would taste like wine | |
| Don' t care what the others might say | |
| As far as I' m concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade away | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Is the light that will shine | |
| Out of her perfumed golden hair | |
| So pale and precious | |
| Are the steps that I climb | |
| Up to her room so bright and bare | |
| If all of the things she said | |
| Were flowers and tress | |
| Well then her garden | |
| Would always be green | |
| If all of our time together | |
| Fell on one day | |
| It would be like | |
| Every Christmas there' s been | |
| Don' t care what the others might say | |
| As far as I' m concerned | |
| They can all fall apart | |
| Fade Away | |
| Up she rises each and every morning | |
| She blows the stars out of the sky | |
| And lights the sun with her bright eyes | |
| The smell of the pine cones | |
| And the sea in her hair | |
| Silver Gentle |