| Song | The Gentle Kind |
| Artist | Aztec Camera |
| Album | Stray |
| 作词 : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| I look around me and what do | |
| I see? Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be | |
| With too much time and too much distance. | |
| These chains that bind me | |
| They won't set me free, | |
| I look behind me and coming for me | |
| Is my best friend, she's my resistance. | |
| Chorus: So if you find yourself alone and so unkind, | |
| And if you've asked yourself, over and over, | |
| And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes, | |
| Try, try, try | |
| Open your mind, spend some time, | |
| With the gentle kind | |
| I was torn between the darkness and the light, | |
| Lost to all belief that it could turn out right. | |
| But my quiet friend turned me round, | |
| Made me see again. | |
| Took my hand, said nothing much, | |
| No lesson learned, just a gentle touch | |
| And I am coming round, | |
| I am coming round again. | |
| Chorus Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money, | |
| I heard a soft voice, saying "Never worry, hold on honey" | |
| When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind. | |
| And I am holdin' on, | |
| To the gentle kind. |
| zuò cí : Frame | |
| Words and music by | |
| Roddy Frame | |
| I look around me and what do | |
| I see? Sadness surrounds me, alone as can be | |
| With too much time and too much distance. | |
| These chains that bind me | |
| They won' t set me free, | |
| I look behind me and coming for me | |
| Is my best friend, she' s my resistance. | |
| Chorus: So if you find yourself alone and so unkind, | |
| And if you' ve asked yourself, over and over, | |
| And even if your heartbeats hurt like goodbyes, | |
| Try, try, try | |
| Open your mind, spend some time, | |
| With the gentle kind | |
| I was torn between the darkness and the light, | |
| Lost to all belief that it could turn out right. | |
| But my quiet friend turned me round, | |
| Made me see again. | |
| Took my hand, said nothing much, | |
| No lesson learned, just a gentle touch | |
| And I am coming round, | |
| I am coming round again. | |
| Chorus Cos' in a hard world, with fastness and an eye on the money, | |
| I heard a soft voice, saying " Never worry, hold on honey" | |
| When my world was gone, a whisper kind of eased my mind. | |
| And I am holdin' on, | |
| To the gentle kind. |