| Song | The Fan Dance |
| Artist | Sam Phillips |
| Album | Fan Dance |
| 作词 : Sam Phillips | |
| The violinist puts his violin away | |
| Forbidden city broken into tonight | |
| I use my blindfold to dry my tears | |
| The stage is empty and tired of light | |
| But when I do the fan dance | |
| I'm all the red in China | |
| I'm dialing life up on my telescope | |
| Fringe and mathematics | |
| Shaking down the curtain | |
| To find the dragon parade | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| Searchlights answer gunfire | |
| Angels escort falling mercies | |
| Hearts shut off like streetlights | |
| But even in the blackout | |
| I'll find my balcony rose | |
| The violinist puts his violin away | |
| Forbidden city broken into tonight | |
| I use my blindfold to dry the tears | |
| The stage is empty and tired of light | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| I'm firecracker lightning | |
| I burn with no trace up in the cold sky | |
| I am broken open, waiting for inventions | |
| Of light that see through to love | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| I'm all the red in China | |
| You write your questions on my skin | |
| I'll be in your dark streets | |
| To keep the lantern burning | |
| Until your new world begins |
| zuò cí : Sam Phillips | |
| The violinist puts his violin away | |
| Forbidden city broken into tonight | |
| I use my blindfold to dry my tears | |
| The stage is empty and tired of light | |
| But when I do the fan dance | |
| I' m all the red in China | |
| I' m dialing life up on my telescope | |
| Fringe and mathematics | |
| Shaking down the curtain | |
| To find the dragon parade | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| Searchlights answer gunfire | |
| Angels escort falling mercies | |
| Hearts shut off like streetlights | |
| But even in the blackout | |
| I' ll find my balcony rose | |
| The violinist puts his violin away | |
| Forbidden city broken into tonight | |
| I use my blindfold to dry the tears | |
| The stage is empty and tired of light | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| I' m firecracker lightning | |
| I burn with no trace up in the cold sky | |
| I am broken open, waiting for inventions | |
| Of light that see through to love | |
| When I do the fan dance | |
| I' m all the red in China | |
| You write your questions on my skin | |
| I' ll be in your dark streets | |
| To keep the lantern burning | |
| Until your new world begins |