| Song | Clearer View |
| Artist | Blue Rodeo |
| Album | Palace Of Gold |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cuddy, Keelor | |
| I know when they built this house | |
| Out of rocks from the river mouth | |
| They thought it'd never come down | |
| Not while we're around | |
| Some things are made to last | |
| Other things we know must pass | |
| Nothing we do | |
| Stops time coming through | |
| My father left me here with a map crumpled in my hand | |
| I try to follow, but there's days when | |
| I just don't understand | |
| And when we fall down in timewashed in trouble we thought we'd left behind | |
| Just let the river carry you | |
| Lift your head back up to the clearer view | |
| See the high water starting to flood | |
| Bringing down all the rocks and the mud | |
| And if it won't stop | |
| It'll wash away all we've got | |
| Down in the valley there's a rumble in the trees | |
| It's hard to keep your head when the ground's moving 'neath your feet | |
| And when we fall down in time | |
| Washed in trouble we thought we'd left behind | |
| Let the storm pass on through | |
| And work your way back up to the clearer view |
| zuo ci : Cuddy, Keelor | |
| I know when they built this house | |
| Out of rocks from the river mouth | |
| They thought it' d never come down | |
| Not while we' re around | |
| Some things are made to last | |
| Other things we know must pass | |
| Nothing we do | |
| Stops time coming through | |
| My father left me here with a map crumpled in my hand | |
| I try to follow, but there' s days when | |
| I just don' t understand | |
| And when we fall down in timewashed in trouble we thought we' d left behind | |
| Just let the river carry you | |
| Lift your head back up to the clearer view | |
| See the high water starting to flood | |
| Bringing down all the rocks and the mud | |
| And if it won' t stop | |
| It' ll wash away all we' ve got | |
| Down in the valley there' s a rumble in the trees | |
| It' s hard to keep your head when the ground' s moving ' neath your feet | |
| And when we fall down in time | |
| Washed in trouble we thought we' d left behind | |
| Let the storm pass on through | |
| And work your way back up to the clearer view |
| zuò cí : Cuddy, Keelor | |
| I know when they built this house | |
| Out of rocks from the river mouth | |
| They thought it' d never come down | |
| Not while we' re around | |
| Some things are made to last | |
| Other things we know must pass | |
| Nothing we do | |
| Stops time coming through | |
| My father left me here with a map crumpled in my hand | |
| I try to follow, but there' s days when | |
| I just don' t understand | |
| And when we fall down in timewashed in trouble we thought we' d left behind | |
| Just let the river carry you | |
| Lift your head back up to the clearer view | |
| See the high water starting to flood | |
| Bringing down all the rocks and the mud | |
| And if it won' t stop | |
| It' ll wash away all we' ve got | |
| Down in the valley there' s a rumble in the trees | |
| It' s hard to keep your head when the ground' s moving ' neath your feet | |
| And when we fall down in time | |
| Washed in trouble we thought we' d left behind | |
| Let the storm pass on through | |
| And work your way back up to the clearer view |