Song | Exiles (live) |
Artist | King Crimson |
Album | USA [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James |
[01:59.30] | Now in this faraway land |
[02:05.49] | Strange that the palms of my hands |
[02:10.59] | Should be damp with expectancy |
[03:30.80] | Spring, and the air's turning mild |
[03:36.91] | City lights and the glimpse of a child |
[03:42.15] | Of the alleyway infantry |
[03:49.92] | Friends – do they know what I mean? |
[03:56.16] | Rain and the gathering green |
[04:01.56] | Of an afternoon out of town |
[04:10.26] | But lord I had to go |
[04:13.29] | The trail was laid too slow behind me |
[04:19.18] | To face the call of fame |
[04:21.91] | Or make a drunkard's name for me |
[04:27.05] | But now this better life |
[04:29.12] | Has brought a different understanding |
[04:34.55] | And from these endless days |
[04:37.02] | Shall come a broader sympathy |
[04:43.27] | And though I count the hours |
[04:46.71] | To be alone's no injury |
[04:51.00] | My home was a place by the sand |
[04:58.91] | Cliffs and a military band |
[05:04.00] | Blew an air of normality,oh.. |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Cross, Fripp, PalmerJames |
[01:59.30] | Now in this faraway land |
[02:05.49] | Strange that the palms of my hands |
[02:10.59] | Should be damp with expectancy |
[03:30.80] | Spring, and the air' s turning mild |
[03:36.91] | City lights and the glimpse of a child |
[03:42.15] | Of the alleyway infantry |
[03:49.92] | Friends do they know what I mean? |
[03:56.16] | Rain and the gathering green |
[04:01.56] | Of an afternoon out of town |
[04:10.26] | But lord I had to go |
[04:13.29] | The trail was laid too slow behind me |
[04:19.18] | To face the call of fame |
[04:21.91] | Or make a drunkard' s name for me |
[04:27.05] | But now this better life |
[04:29.12] | Has brought a different understanding |
[04:34.55] | And from these endless days |
[04:37.02] | Shall come a broader sympathy |
[04:43.27] | And though I count the hours |
[04:46.71] | To be alone' s no injury |
[04:51.00] | My home was a place by the sand |
[04:58.91] | Cliffs and a military band |
[05:04.00] | Blew an air of normality, oh.. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cross, Fripp, PalmerJames |
[01:59.30] | Now in this faraway land |
[02:05.49] | Strange that the palms of my hands |
[02:10.59] | Should be damp with expectancy |
[03:30.80] | Spring, and the air' s turning mild |
[03:36.91] | City lights and the glimpse of a child |
[03:42.15] | Of the alleyway infantry |
[03:49.92] | Friends do they know what I mean? |
[03:56.16] | Rain and the gathering green |
[04:01.56] | Of an afternoon out of town |
[04:10.26] | But lord I had to go |
[04:13.29] | The trail was laid too slow behind me |
[04:19.18] | To face the call of fame |
[04:21.91] | Or make a drunkard' s name for me |
[04:27.05] | But now this better life |
[04:29.12] | Has brought a different understanding |
[04:34.55] | And from these endless days |
[04:37.02] | Shall come a broader sympathy |
[04:43.27] | And though I count the hours |
[04:46.71] | To be alone' s no injury |
[04:51.00] | My home was a place by the sand |
[04:58.91] | Cliffs and a military band |
[05:04.00] | Blew an air of normality, oh.. |