| Song | Calling For Vanished Faces II - Live |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Halo |
| 作词 : Tibet | |
| If only I could take You all at once: | |
| I would take You for ever and ever and only so | |
| lose myself in You | |
| And so I smile and skip greengodlike there | |
| The picture of allrage alllust and wanton | |
| The Inmost Night | |
| And lay waste to the playgrounds | |
| The concrete covers all | |
| The grass sleeps and waits to rise again | |
| It listens for the final Trumpet of | |
| The Inmost Light | |
| And I clench my left hand | |
| Then I open it: the gods I loved | |
| are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone | |
| (Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone | |
| And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light) | |
| The sadness of the Inmost Light | |
| The growl the grip aan final sigh | |
| Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light | |
| The plasticformillusion | |
| We just have time to swallow | |
| Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light | |
| He waits at the door He waits at the door | |
| And if You see me try to grin and then I hide | |
| Myself behind a ball | |
| A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek | |
| The sound is gay and full of joy | |
| It masks the binding of our eyes | |
| The scorch of all the bonefire burns | |
| We hop and skip and trick and treat | |
| Just watch Your heart and soul and all | |
| And watch Your back - it's waiting there | |
| Unsmiling there | |
| Unforgiving there | |
| So broken there | |
| The Inmost light | |
| Howling | |
| The Inmost Light | |
| bad bad bad Inmost Light |
| zuò cí : Tibet | |
| If only I could take You all at once: | |
| I would take You for ever and ever and only so | |
| lose myself in You | |
| And so I smile and skip greengodlike there | |
| The picture of allrage alllust and wanton | |
| The Inmost Night | |
| And lay waste to the playgrounds | |
| The concrete covers all | |
| The grass sleeps and waits to rise again | |
| It listens for the final Trumpet of | |
| The Inmost Light | |
| And I clench my left hand | |
| Then I open it: the gods I loved | |
| are alldead pages, metal, signs allgone | |
| Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone | |
| And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light | |
| The sadness of the Inmost Light | |
| The growl the grip aan final sigh | |
| Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light | |
| The plasticformillusion | |
| We just have time to swallow | |
| Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light | |
| He waits at the door He waits at the door | |
| And if You see me try to grin and then I hide | |
| Myself behind a ball | |
| A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek | |
| The sound is gay and full of joy | |
| It masks the binding of our eyes | |
| The scorch of all the bonefire burns | |
| We hop and skip and trick and treat | |
| Just watch Your heart and soul and all | |
| And watch Your back it' s waiting there | |
| Unsmiling there | |
| Unforgiving there | |
| So broken there | |
| The Inmost light | |
| Howling | |
| The Inmost Light | |
| bad bad bad Inmost Light |