| Song | Pure Chance |
| Artist | The Church |
| Album | Uninvited, Like the Clouds |
| 作词 : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
| What chance of meeting | |
| So far out here | |
| As if repeating | |
| What's never clear | |
| The verdant meadows | |
| The smoky coil | |
| The air and ether | |
| The boiling soil | |
| I read your novel | |
| The names were switched | |
| I heard you travel | |
| You must be rich | |
| Those distant cities | |
| Are safe and warm | |
| Within their walls | |
| Of chloroform | |
| Home | |
| It's so far away now | |
| Pure chance | |
| It's so far | |
| It's so far away now | |
| My wife was warm | |
| But the water was cold | |
| And she was young | |
| And the ocean was old | |
| There were voices singing from under the sea | |
| As I followed them down I felt them drowning me | |
| What chance of meeting | |
| So long ago | |
| Just for a fleeting... | |
| Ah, well you know | |
| How unintentional | |
| A random whim | |
| Coincidental | |
| A shallow thing | |
| Home | |
| It's so far away now | |
| Pure chance | |
| It's so far | |
| It's so far away now | |
| My wife was soft | |
| The mountain was hard | |
| Her skin was smooth | |
| The rocks were scarred | |
| There were voices singing above in the sky | |
| As I followed them up I was prepared to die |
| zuò cí : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
| What chance of meeting | |
| So far out here | |
| As if repeating | |
| What' s never clear | |
| The verdant meadows | |
| The smoky coil | |
| The air and ether | |
| The boiling soil | |
| I read your novel | |
| The names were switched | |
| I heard you travel | |
| You must be rich | |
| Those distant cities | |
| Are safe and warm | |
| Within their walls | |
| Of chloroform | |
| Home | |
| It' s so far away now | |
| Pure chance | |
| It' s so far | |
| It' s so far away now | |
| My wife was warm | |
| But the water was cold | |
| And she was young | |
| And the ocean was old | |
| There were voices singing from under the sea | |
| As I followed them down I felt them drowning me | |
| What chance of meeting | |
| So long ago | |
| Just for a fleeting... | |
| Ah, well you know | |
| How unintentional | |
| A random whim | |
| Coincidental | |
| A shallow thing | |
| Home | |
| It' s so far away now | |
| Pure chance | |
| It' s so far | |
| It' s so far away now | |
| My wife was soft | |
| The mountain was hard | |
| Her skin was smooth | |
| The rocks were scarred | |
| There were voices singing above in the sky | |
| As I followed them up I was prepared to die |