| Song | Love Will Shoot You Down |
| Artist | The Waterboys |
| Album | Book Of Lightning |
| 作词 : Scott | |
| Ain't you hard to beat | |
| After all this time, | |
| Still standing on your feet – somehow - | |
| Way beyond your prime? | |
| Well, love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| You believe you were The One | |
| But it was only grace | |
| And when your hour is done | |
| And somebody takes your place | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Time, old Time, King Time is moving back and forth | |
| Like a backlit dancer on a pale white horse | |
| On a mad racecourse | |
| In a hungry land | |
| You will be forced | |
| To play your secret hand | |
| And love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Fate is driving like a vigilante through the crowd, | |
| Hot coals on his feet, bullets on his brow | |
| Power will spit you out | |
| Grief will leave you stunned | |
| A camera will pick you out | |
| A thief will cock the gun | |
| And love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Time, old Time, King Time is moving back and forth | |
| Like a backlit dancer on a pale white horse |
| zuò cí : Scott | |
| Ain' t you hard to beat | |
| After all this time, | |
| Still standing on your feet somehow | |
| Way beyond your prime? | |
| Well, love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| You believe you were The One | |
| But it was only grace | |
| And when your hour is done | |
| And somebody takes your place | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Time, old Time, King Time is moving back and forth | |
| Like a backlit dancer on a pale white horse | |
| On a mad racecourse | |
| In a hungry land | |
| You will be forced | |
| To play your secret hand | |
| And love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Fate is driving like a vigilante through the crowd, | |
| Hot coals on his feet, bullets on his brow | |
| Power will spit you out | |
| Grief will leave you stunned | |
| A camera will pick you out | |
| A thief will cock the gun | |
| And love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Love will shoot you down, will shoot you down | |
| Time, old Time, King Time is moving back and forth | |
| Like a backlit dancer on a pale white horse |