| Song | Light of Local Eyes |
| Artist | Polar Bear Club |
| Album | Chasing Hamburg |
| 作曲 : Polar Bear Club | |
| The glow of grey, it lights the rain on borough streets | |
| And the kids who stayed, they aren't holding out for their apology | |
| Days like today make reconcile seem far away | |
| But I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs | |
| There was a time when this city shined | |
| The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise | |
| There was no place that we didn't own or deface | |
| The grooves in the road would spark for us but that book's covered in dust | |
| The local kid | |
| I was to all my older friends | |
| I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge | |
| I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud? | |
| Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to grey | |
| There was a time when this city shined | |
| The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise | |
| There was no place that we didn't own or deface | |
| The grooves in the road would spark for us but that memory will rust | |
| It'll rust and fade away, it'll sour these days | |
| The rainy streets, they shine tonight | |
| We lived life out of this place | |
| We wore its map on our faces | |
| When this city shined | |
| To say the least we left our trace | |
| Burned off the tips of our laces | |
| When this city shined | |
| When this city shined | |
| From the light of local eyes | |
| From the light of local eyes |
| zuò qǔ : Polar Bear Club | |
| The glow of grey, it lights the rain on borough streets | |
| And the kids who stayed, they aren' t holding out for their apology | |
| Days like today make reconcile seem far away | |
| But I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs | |
| There was a time when this city shined | |
| The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise | |
| There was no place that we didn' t own or deface | |
| The grooves in the road would spark for us but that book' s covered in dust | |
| The local kid | |
| I was to all my older friends | |
| I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge | |
| I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud? | |
| Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to grey | |
| There was a time when this city shined | |
| The lights in the parking lots would lead us through the night and to sunrise | |
| There was no place that we didn' t own or deface | |
| The grooves in the road would spark for us but that memory will rust | |
| It' ll rust and fade away, it' ll sour these days | |
| The rainy streets, they shine tonight | |
| We lived life out of this place | |
| We wore its map on our faces | |
| When this city shined | |
| To say the least we left our trace | |
| Burned off the tips of our laces | |
| When this city shined | |
| When this city shined | |
| From the light of local eyes | |
| From the light of local eyes |