| Song | Chase the Jewel |
| Artist | Pendragon |
| Album | Rest of Pendragon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barrett, Pendragon | |
| like one to shine | |
| a true jewel from the heart | |
| its little faces reflect new colour from the dark | |
| it might escape but chase the jewel | |
| sunday's sunray | |
| skips to bring relief | |
| the one day you thought is near retreats in disbelief | |
| you waited in silence but your hands were tied | |
| but waves crash and pebbles smash | |
| the turning of a tide | |
| mother makes your bed | |
| and tidies up your clothes | |
| the table top day damn near kills you | |
| but keeps you on your toes | |
| your words are jumbled up | |
| but you're too tired to really know | |
| and sometimes every now and then the little jewel does glow | |
| stray from another world and we know who you are | |
| space which is given take it high take it far | |
| the reason is quite obvious but no one really knows | |
| when you see your tide has turned that's the time to go |
| zuo ci : Barrett, Pendragon | |
| like one to shine | |
| a true jewel from the heart | |
| its little faces reflect new colour from the dark | |
| it might escape but chase the jewel | |
| sunday' s sunray | |
| skips to bring relief | |
| the one day you thought is near retreats in disbelief | |
| you waited in silence but your hands were tied | |
| but waves crash and pebbles smash | |
| the turning of a tide | |
| mother makes your bed | |
| and tidies up your clothes | |
| the table top day damn near kills you | |
| but keeps you on your toes | |
| your words are jumbled up | |
| but you' re too tired to really know | |
| and sometimes every now and then the little jewel does glow | |
| stray from another world and we know who you are | |
| space which is given take it high take it far | |
| the reason is quite obvious but no one really knows | |
| when you see your tide has turned that' s the time to go |
| zuò cí : Barrett, Pendragon | |
| like one to shine | |
| a true jewel from the heart | |
| its little faces reflect new colour from the dark | |
| it might escape but chase the jewel | |
| sunday' s sunray | |
| skips to bring relief | |
| the one day you thought is near retreats in disbelief | |
| you waited in silence but your hands were tied | |
| but waves crash and pebbles smash | |
| the turning of a tide | |
| mother makes your bed | |
| and tidies up your clothes | |
| the table top day damn near kills you | |
| but keeps you on your toes | |
| your words are jumbled up | |
| but you' re too tired to really know | |
| and sometimes every now and then the little jewel does glow | |
| stray from another world and we know who you are | |
| space which is given take it high take it far | |
| the reason is quite obvious but no one really knows | |
| when you see your tide has turned that' s the time to go |