Up Up Up Up Up Up

	作词 : DiFranco
	Up up up up up up points the
	Spire of the steeple
	But god's work isn't done by god
	It's done by people
	Up up up up up up points the
	Fingers of the trees
	The lumberjacks with their bloody axes
	Are on their knees
	And just when you think that you've got enough
	Enough grows
	And everywhere that you go in life
	Enough knows
	Up up up up up up dances
	The steam from the sewer
	As she rounds the corner
	The brutal wind blows right through her
	Up up up up up up raises
	The stakes of the game
	Each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
	And she's not the same
	And just when you think that you've got enough
	Enough grows
	And everywhere that you go in life
	Enough knows
	Half of learning how to play
	Is learning what not to play
	And she's learning the spaces she leaves
	Have their own things to say
	Then she's trying to sing just enough
	So that the air around her moves
	And make music like mercy
	That gives what it is
	And has nothing to prove
	She crawls out on a limb
	And begins to build her home
	Amd it's enough just to look around
	To know she's not alone
	Up up up up up up points
	The spire of the steeple
	But god's work isn't done by god
	It's done by people

	zuò cí : DiFranco
	Up up up up up up points the
	Spire of the steeple
	But god' s work isn' t done by god
	It' s done by people
	Up up up up up up points the
	Fingers of the trees
	The lumberjacks with their bloody axes
	Are on their knees
	And just when you think that you' ve got enough
	Enough grows
	And everywhere that you go in life
	Enough knows
	Up up up up up up dances
	The steam from the sewer
	As she rounds the corner
	The brutal wind blows right through her
	Up up up up up up raises
	The stakes of the game
	Each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
	And she' s not the same
	And just when you think that you' ve got enough
	Enough grows
	And everywhere that you go in life
	Enough knows
	Half of learning how to play
	Is learning what not to play
	And she' s learning the spaces she leaves
	Have their own things to say
	Then she' s trying to sing just enough
	So that the air around her moves
	And make music like mercy
	That gives what it is
	And has nothing to prove
	She crawls out on a limb
	And begins to build her home
	Amd it' s enough just to look around
	To know she' s not alone
	Up up up up up up points
	The spire of the steeple
	But god' s work isn' t done by god
	It' s done by people