| Song | Born to Hum |
| Artist | Erin McKeown |
| 作曲 : McKeown | |
| Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year | |
| I had nothing to say | |
| With a dangling promise, a terrible past | |
| I threw all the words away | |
| We were born to hum | |
| You were the last in my twenty-fourth year | |
| To make a demand of my voice | |
| I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face | |
| I gave you my choice | |
| We were born to hum | |
| We were born to hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum | |
| So as a gradual running, a kind of relief | |
| Settles on my face | |
| Once in a while I complain to myself | |
| Nothing gets done | |
| Nothing's in place | |
| I, I would rather hum | |
| I, I would rather hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum |
| zuò qǔ : McKeown | |
| Once in the spring of my twentyfourth year | |
| I had nothing to say | |
| With a dangling promise, a terrible past | |
| I threw all the words away | |
| We were born to hum | |
| You were the last in my twentyfourth year | |
| To make a demand of my voice | |
| I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face | |
| I gave you my choice | |
| We were born to hum | |
| We were born to hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum | |
| So as a gradual running, a kind of relief | |
| Settles on my face | |
| Once in a while I complain to myself | |
| Nothing gets done | |
| Nothing' s in place | |
| I, I would rather hum | |
| I, I would rather hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum | |
| Hum |