Song | It's Only Music |
Artist | Grace Slick |
Album | Manhole |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Freiberg, Hunter | |
Don't look too far, you can find it everywhereyou can lose it without a warningif you grab on too tighttry to read too much into ityou know it's only music | |
That song - the one your hear inside late at nightit can set you reeling. | |
That song, that song is just your ownheart beating, but it can sound like a symphony, | |
You hear a voice so clear you can't tell what its sayingwell maybe you now that tune you hearmight never end | |
I thought that | |
I heard you singing at night | |
You know I had the feelingthat | |
I, I have known that songway beyond this life without beginning | |
Who knows the name of that song? | |
Go broke and come back singingsince the world appearedget write it downcos it doesn't spellit doesn't end. | |
In the still, the still of the nightwhen the wind is quietquiet and still | |
I sit inside, the empty roomwaiting hear the tune thatcomes stealing through the mazes - writ on empty pages | |
Well I know we'll never get that song quite right | |
But still we're singingwell | |
I know ten thousand tunes are captured therethat much | |
I knowBlue sun under the clouds - the smoke of wrack and ruin | |
Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitarplaying for me | |
Well l don't see beyond those eyes - not too far | |
Don't look too far you can find it most anywhere | |
But you can lose it, without a warningif you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it | |
You know it's only music - don't try too hard - it will come toyou - yes it will |
zuo qu : Freiberg, Hunter | |
Don' t look too far, you can find it everywhereyou can lose it without a warningif you grab on too tighttry to read too much into ityou know it' s only music | |
That song the one your hear inside late at nightit can set you reeling. | |
That song, that song is just your ownheart beating, but it can sound like a symphony, | |
You hear a voice so clear you can' t tell what its sayingwell maybe you now that tune you hearmight never end | |
I thought that | |
I heard you singing at night | |
You know I had the feelingthat | |
I, I have known that songway beyond this life without beginning | |
Who knows the name of that song? | |
Go broke and come back singingsince the world appearedget write it downcos it doesn' t spellit doesn' t end. | |
In the still, the still of the nightwhen the wind is quietquiet and still | |
I sit inside, the empty roomwaiting hear the tune thatcomes stealing through the mazes writ on empty pages | |
Well I know we' ll never get that song quite right | |
But still we' re singingwell | |
I know ten thousand tunes are captured therethat much | |
I knowBlue sun under the clouds the smoke of wrack and ruin | |
Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitarplaying for me | |
Well l don' t see beyond those eyes not too far | |
Don' t look too far you can find it most anywhere | |
But you can lose it, without a warningif you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it | |
You know it' s only music don' t try too hard it will come toyou yes it will |
zuò qǔ : Freiberg, Hunter | |
Don' t look too far, you can find it everywhereyou can lose it without a warningif you grab on too tighttry to read too much into ityou know it' s only music | |
That song the one your hear inside late at nightit can set you reeling. | |
That song, that song is just your ownheart beating, but it can sound like a symphony, | |
You hear a voice so clear you can' t tell what its sayingwell maybe you now that tune you hearmight never end | |
I thought that | |
I heard you singing at night | |
You know I had the feelingthat | |
I, I have known that songway beyond this life without beginning | |
Who knows the name of that song? | |
Go broke and come back singingsince the world appearedget write it downcos it doesn' t spellit doesn' t end. | |
In the still, the still of the nightwhen the wind is quietquiet and still | |
I sit inside, the empty roomwaiting hear the tune thatcomes stealing through the mazes writ on empty pages | |
Well I know we' ll never get that song quite right | |
But still we' re singingwell | |
I know ten thousand tunes are captured therethat much | |
I knowBlue sun under the clouds the smoke of wrack and ruin | |
Someone waits beneath the roses, playing guitarplaying for me | |
Well l don' t see beyond those eyes not too far | |
Don' t look too far you can find it most anywhere | |
But you can lose it, without a warningif you grab on too tight or try to read too much into it | |
You know it' s only music don' t try too hard it will come toyou yes it will |