| 作曲 : Bleach | |
| October wind, chills his skin | |
| He walks home alone | |
| A tiny house, a loving wife | |
| hands worked to the bone | |
| But he don't mind his humble life | |
| In this Rundown Town | |
| To be a Sun | |
| A ray | |
| of One | |
| Like he's always done | |
| And it's alright | |
| To be there where he's always been | |
| He'll live to light. | |
| This dark town he's in | |
| The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
| His final setting sun | |
| And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
| And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
| And it's alright | |
| To be there where he's always been | |
| He lived to light | |
| This dark town of sin | |
| And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
| A soul so full of his crown | |
| A life that was spent in being content | |
| In the midst of a | |
| Rundown Town |
| zuo qu : Bleach | |
| October wind, chills his skin | |
| He walks home alone | |
| A tiny house, a loving wife | |
| hands worked to the bone | |
| But he don' t mind his humble life | |
| In this Rundown Town | |
| To be a Sun | |
| A ray | |
| of One | |
| Like he' s always done | |
| And it' s alright | |
| To be there where he' s always been | |
| He' ll live to light. | |
| This dark town he' s in | |
| The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
| His final setting sun | |
| And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
| And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
| And it' s alright | |
| To be there where he' s always been | |
| He lived to light | |
| This dark town of sin | |
| And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
| A soul so full of his crown | |
| A life that was spent in being content | |
| In the midst of a | |
| Rundown Town |
| zuò qǔ : Bleach | |
| October wind, chills his skin | |
| He walks home alone | |
| A tiny house, a loving wife | |
| hands worked to the bone | |
| But he don' t mind his humble life | |
| In this Rundown Town | |
| To be a Sun | |
| A ray | |
| of One | |
| Like he' s always done | |
| And it' s alright | |
| To be there where he' s always been | |
| He' ll live to light. | |
| This dark town he' s in | |
| The clock strikes old, on his achy bones | |
| His final setting sun | |
| And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed | |
| And smiles to the Lord, his love | |
| And it' s alright | |
| To be there where he' s always been | |
| He lived to light | |
| This dark town of sin | |
| And so he leaves, and he breathes | |
| A soul so full of his crown | |
| A life that was spent in being content | |
| In the midst of a | |
| Rundown Town |