| Song | Wind is Blowing Stars |
| Artist | Laura Veirs |
| Album | Carbon Glacier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Veirs | |
| Clear as ice, oh clear as ice | |
| Dripping down from a rock | |
| Spring will come and so will fall | |
| All my enemies have finally fled | |
| They’ve finally fled and gone | |
| Take your pick, oh take your pick | |
| And dig into the earth | |
| You’ll find a muted pearl its worth | |
| It will never self-disclose | |
| It’s your job to dig and polish you know | |
| All the colors spin, all the colors spin | |
| Blackness from a pitcher pours | |
| Stars come blowing through the door | |
| Your eyes they mirror pools of ink | |
| Your heart and mind combine to drink | |
| From the puzzle’s trough | |
| But the troubles can be solved | |
| Take jumps in wintry lakes | |
| Feel the water’s skin and face | |
| Huddle up close nice and tight | |
| We might absorb enough moonlight | |
| Your kiss adorns a neighbor strange | |
| Who’s one of us again, again | |
| The wind is blowing stars my friend | |
| The wind is blowing stars! |
| zuo ci : Veirs | |
| Clear as ice, oh clear as ice | |
| Dripping down from a rock | |
| Spring will come and so will fall | |
| All my enemies have finally fled | |
| They' ve finally fled and gone | |
| Take your pick, oh take your pick | |
| And dig into the earth | |
| You' ll find a muted pearl its worth | |
| It will never selfdisclose | |
| It' s your job to dig and polish you know | |
| All the colors spin, all the colors spin | |
| Blackness from a pitcher pours | |
| Stars come blowing through the door | |
| Your eyes they mirror pools of ink | |
| Your heart and mind combine to drink | |
| From the puzzle' s trough | |
| But the troubles can be solved | |
| Take jumps in wintry lakes | |
| Feel the water' s skin and face | |
| Huddle up close nice and tight | |
| We might absorb enough moonlight | |
| Your kiss adorns a neighbor strange | |
| Who' s one of us again, again | |
| The wind is blowing stars my friend | |
| The wind is blowing stars! |
| zuò cí : Veirs | |
| Clear as ice, oh clear as ice | |
| Dripping down from a rock | |
| Spring will come and so will fall | |
| All my enemies have finally fled | |
| They' ve finally fled and gone | |
| Take your pick, oh take your pick | |
| And dig into the earth | |
| You' ll find a muted pearl its worth | |
| It will never selfdisclose | |
| It' s your job to dig and polish you know | |
| All the colors spin, all the colors spin | |
| Blackness from a pitcher pours | |
| Stars come blowing through the door | |
| Your eyes they mirror pools of ink | |
| Your heart and mind combine to drink | |
| From the puzzle' s trough | |
| But the troubles can be solved | |
| Take jumps in wintry lakes | |
| Feel the water' s skin and face | |
| Huddle up close nice and tight | |
| We might absorb enough moonlight | |
| Your kiss adorns a neighbor strange | |
| Who' s one of us again, again | |
| The wind is blowing stars my friend | |
| The wind is blowing stars! |