Song | As I Wind Down the Pines |
Artist | The Tragically Hip |
Album | Music @ Work |
作词 : Tragically Hip | |
As I wind down the pines | |
It's the lines on your face | |
Playing on your face | |
Without thinking so much | |
As abandoning thought | |
I went through open country | |
Over water, meadows, streams | |
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds | |
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree | |
To play without stopping or pause | |
Not for silence, not for applause | |
Not without thinking | |
And thinking is abandoning thought | |
As I wind down the pines | |
It's the lines on your face | |
Playing on your face |
zuò cí : Tragically Hip | |
As I wind down the pines | |
It' s the lines on your face | |
Playing on your face | |
Without thinking so much | |
As abandoning thought | |
I went through open country | |
Over water, meadows, streams | |
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds | |
To a nest in the hole of this dead tree | |
To play without stopping or pause | |
Not for silence, not for applause | |
Not without thinking | |
And thinking is abandoning thought | |
As I wind down the pines | |
It' s the lines on your face | |
Playing on your face |