The Man In The Wings Lyrics

	作词 : Glenister, Moyet
	It’s my song and
	I sing for the man in the wings
	Is it strange when we never have shared anything?
	I don’t ache for some tender exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When I’ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings
	We won’t speak, he won’t ask me to follow him on
	And his name if
	I ever did know it is gone
	Back to back
	I can hear his pulse racing with mine
	Both in time
	I’ll be waiting for him before
	I begin each line
	And he won’t mind
	That I’ve nothing to bring
	When I sing for the man in the wings
	And they tell me he walks alone
	It is said that he is stone
	Without knowing the shape of him
	I am certain they are wrong
	We’ll meet in a different place
	Me, the man and the song
	I don’t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When we’ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings

	zuo ci : Glenister, Moyet
	It' s my song and
	I sing for the man in the wings
	Is it strange when we never have shared anything?
	I don' t ache for some tender exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When I' ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings
	We won' t speak, he won' t ask me to follow him on
	And his name if
	I ever did know it is gone
	Back to back
	I can hear his pulse racing with mine
	Both in time
	I' ll be waiting for him before
	I begin each line
	And he won' t mind
	That I' ve nothing to bring
	When I sing for the man in the wings
	And they tell me he walks alone
	It is said that he is stone
	Without knowing the shape of him
	I am certain they are wrong
	We' ll meet in a different place
	Me, the man and the song
	I don' t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When we' ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings

	zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet
	It' s my song and
	I sing for the man in the wings
	Is it strange when we never have shared anything?
	I don' t ache for some tender exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When I' ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings
	We won' t speak, he won' t ask me to follow him on
	And his name if
	I ever did know it is gone
	Back to back
	I can hear his pulse racing with mine
	Both in time
	I' ll be waiting for him before
	I begin each line
	And he won' t mind
	That I' ve nothing to bring
	When I sing for the man in the wings
	And they tell me he walks alone
	It is said that he is stone
	Without knowing the shape of him
	I am certain they are wrong
	We' ll meet in a different place
	Me, the man and the song
	I don' t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark
	That will pass
	But the purest refrain will haunt us again
	And he has that with me
	When we' ve nothing to bring
	I sing for the man in the wings

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