| Song | When The Piper Calls |
| Artist | China Crisis |
| Album | Working With Fire And Steel |
| 作词 : ?, ? | |
| Water drenched people | |
| Take me in from the rain | |
| To a warm kind of heaven | |
| Where it's shining again | |
| I've seen some faces | |
| Some old and some grey | |
| But just like water | |
| I let them slip away | |
| And if I tumble | |
| And if I tumble | |
| When morning comes | |
| I harvest my thoughts | |
| They spread like plague | |
| I hear them call | |
| The bread in our mouths | |
| The dirt on our hands | |
| When she calls | |
| And if I tumble | |
| And if I tumble | |
| I found a silent dream | |
| And heald it for a day | |
| But just like water | |
| I let it slip away | |
| When morning comes | |
| I harvest my thoughts | |
| They spread like plague | |
| I hear them call |
| zuò cí : ?, ? | |
| Water drenched people | |
| Take me in from the rain | |
| To a warm kind of heaven | |
| Where it' s shining again | |
| I' ve seen some faces | |
| Some old and some grey | |
| But just like water | |
| I let them slip away | |
| And if I tumble | |
| And if I tumble | |
| When morning comes | |
| I harvest my thoughts | |
| They spread like plague | |
| I hear them call | |
| The bread in our mouths | |
| The dirt on our hands | |
| When she calls | |
| And if I tumble | |
| And if I tumble | |
| I found a silent dream | |
| And heald it for a day | |
| But just like water | |
| I let it slip away | |
| When morning comes | |
| I harvest my thoughts | |
| They spread like plague | |
| I hear them call |