| Song | I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale |
| Artist | Her Name Is Calla |
| Album | Navigator |
| [00:14.390] | I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
| [00:26.680] | Listening to the songs that you’d sing. |
| [00:44.630] | Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
| [00:50.060] | We were blind from birth, until that night. |
| [01:19.100] | Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
| [01:43.730] | Heaven loves a martyr， |
| [01:50.500] | And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
| [02:04.590] | I wish I had grown up a little longer， |
| [02:18.270] | And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now |
| [02:32.900] | Love grows old and I lived like a king |
| [00:14.390] | I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
| [00:26.680] | Listening to the songs that you' d sing. |
| [00:44.630] | Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
| [00:50.060] | We were blind from birth, until that night. |
| [01:19.100] | Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
| [01:43.730] | Heaven loves a martyr, |
| [01:50.500] | And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
| [02:04.590] | I wish I had grown up a little longer, |
| [02:18.270] | And if we' d flown south, we' d have a home at least for now |
| [02:32.900] | Love grows old and I lived like a king |