| Song | Coming in Going Out |
| Artist | Golden Earring |
| Album | Millbrook USA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carillo, Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| In the morning when I wake up | |
| I recover from a dream | |
| And beside me is my sweet heart | |
| Still asleep innocently | |
| Turn the tap on | |
| Splash some water | |
| On my cheeks and suddenly | |
| I remember in the mirror | |
| Who I am and where I've been | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| There's a postcard on the doorstep | |
| With a stamp I've never seen | |
| And a stray dog says good morning | |
| To the sunshine I believe | |
| Every minute, every hour | |
| Ever time-out, go between | |
| God keeps trying new inventions | |
| For a bullet on a broken wing | |
| And the Lord knows | |
| It's a smoke screen | |
| Messin' up again | |
| Bless my soul | |
| You're in control now | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out |
| zuo ci : Carillo, Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| In the morning when I wake up | |
| I recover from a dream | |
| And beside me is my sweet heart | |
| Still asleep innocently | |
| Turn the tap on | |
| Splash some water | |
| On my cheeks and suddenly | |
| I remember in the mirror | |
| Who I am and where I' ve been | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| There' s a postcard on the doorstep | |
| With a stamp I' ve never seen | |
| And a stray dog says good morning | |
| To the sunshine I believe | |
| Every minute, every hour | |
| Ever timeout, go between | |
| God keeps trying new inventions | |
| For a bullet on a broken wing | |
| And the Lord knows | |
| It' s a smoke screen | |
| Messin' up again | |
| Bless my soul | |
| You' re in control now | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out |
| zuò cí : Carillo, Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| In the morning when I wake up | |
| I recover from a dream | |
| And beside me is my sweet heart | |
| Still asleep innocently | |
| Turn the tap on | |
| Splash some water | |
| On my cheeks and suddenly | |
| I remember in the mirror | |
| Who I am and where I' ve been | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| There' s a postcard on the doorstep | |
| With a stamp I' ve never seen | |
| And a stray dog says good morning | |
| To the sunshine I believe | |
| Every minute, every hour | |
| Ever timeout, go between | |
| God keeps trying new inventions | |
| For a bullet on a broken wing | |
| And the Lord knows | |
| It' s a smoke screen | |
| Messin' up again | |
| Bless my soul | |
| You' re in control now | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in, findin' out | |
| Coming in, looking out | |
| Lookin' in and going out |