| Song | Someone Else's Prayer |
| Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
| Album | Time* Sex* Love* |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carpenter | |
| Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years | |
| Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here | |
| Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity | |
| Hide on nights like this once a century | |
| Where do shadows fall when there's only light | |
| Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight | |
| What I'd give right now not to even care | |
| And then this could be someone else's prayer | |
| And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green | |
| Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams | |
| And when the morning shone through the burned off mist | |
| I could sense you still just as close as this | |
| Just as close as lips brush against a cheek | |
| It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak | |
| But when I look around there's no one there | |
| How I wish you were someone else's prayer | |
| And now the twilight comes as a silent guest | |
| And of all its gifts I like stillness best | |
| Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring | |
| It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings | |
| Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome | |
| Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home | |
| I would always be just a stranger there | |
| And now you're free to be someone else's prayer |
| zuo ci : Carpenter | |
| Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years | |
| Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here | |
| Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity | |
| Hide on nights like this once a century | |
| Where do shadows fall when there' s only light | |
| Why' d you follow me halfway ' round the world tonight | |
| What I' d give right now not to even care | |
| And then this could be someone else' s prayer | |
| And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen' s Green | |
| Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams | |
| And when the morning shone through the burned off mist | |
| I could sense you still just as close as this | |
| Just as close as lips brush against a cheek | |
| It' s your voice I hear and it' s your name I speak | |
| But when I look around there' s no one there | |
| How I wish you were someone else' s prayer | |
| And now the twilight comes as a silent guest | |
| And of all its gifts I like stillness best | |
| Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring | |
| It' s a lullaby when that tin roof sings | |
| Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome | |
| Or in Dublin town but I' ve gone back home | |
| I would always be just a stranger there | |
| And now you' re free to be someone else' s prayer |
| zuò cí : Carpenter | |
| Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years | |
| Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here | |
| Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity | |
| Hide on nights like this once a century | |
| Where do shadows fall when there' s only light | |
| Why' d you follow me halfway ' round the world tonight | |
| What I' d give right now not to even care | |
| And then this could be someone else' s prayer | |
| And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen' s Green | |
| Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams | |
| And when the morning shone through the burned off mist | |
| I could sense you still just as close as this | |
| Just as close as lips brush against a cheek | |
| It' s your voice I hear and it' s your name I speak | |
| But when I look around there' s no one there | |
| How I wish you were someone else' s prayer | |
| And now the twilight comes as a silent guest | |
| And of all its gifts I like stillness best | |
| Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring | |
| It' s a lullaby when that tin roof sings | |
| Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome | |
| Or in Dublin town but I' ve gone back home | |
| I would always be just a stranger there | |
| And now you' re free to be someone else' s prayer |