| Song | White Lights |
| Artist | The Handsome Family |
| Album | Last Days of Wonder |
| 作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
| When you walked with me away from the strip mall bar | |
| Across the highway to that little graveyard | |
| Where plastic flowers bloomed in yellow grass | |
| We sat on a broken bench, listening to the cars pass | |
| And right above your head | |
| In the branches of a tree | |
| There were white lights | |
| Swaying slowly in the breeze | |
| There were white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in a tree | |
| I know they were there to stop kids kicking over graves | |
| Or spray-painting tree trunks with their favorite rock band's name | |
| But sitting here with you, almost touching your white hand | |
| Among the broken bottles, crushed and faded cans | |
| And those white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in the breeze | |
| There was mystery singing from everything | |
| The strip mall, the highway, the boarded-up skating rink | |
| They were calling our names in the strip mall parking lot | |
| Our sweet drunken friends finally noticing we'd gone | |
| But we just sat there | |
| Not saying anything | |
| Almost touching hands | |
| Your hair flying in the highway breeze | |
| Like those white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in a tree |
| zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
| When you walked with me away from the strip mall bar | |
| Across the highway to that little graveyard | |
| Where plastic flowers bloomed in yellow grass | |
| We sat on a broken bench, listening to the cars pass | |
| And right above your head | |
| In the branches of a tree | |
| There were white lights | |
| Swaying slowly in the breeze | |
| There were white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in a tree | |
| I know they were there to stop kids kicking over graves | |
| Or spraypainting tree trunks with their favorite rock band' s name | |
| But sitting here with you, almost touching your white hand | |
| Among the broken bottles, crushed and faded cans | |
| And those white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in the breeze | |
| There was mystery singing from everything | |
| The strip mall, the highway, the boardedup skating rink | |
| They were calling our names in the strip mall parking lot | |
| Our sweet drunken friends finally noticing we' d gone | |
| But we just sat there | |
| Not saying anything | |
| Almost touching hands | |
| Your hair flying in the highway breeze | |
| Like those white lights, white lights | |
| White lights swaying in a tree |