Song | What You Look For |
Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
Album | The Age Of Miracles |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : CARPENTER, MARY | |
What you look for on a dirty street | |
Is a patch of green beneath your feet | |
A stubborn weed or traveling rose | |
Either one, it lives to grow | |
What you look for in a stranger's eyes | |
Is if he sees through your disguise | |
How we long to be revealed | |
To be known we might be healed | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines backs | |
What you looked for when you were a girl | |
Was a window out into the world | |
From a speeding car or a passing train | |
You were hypnotized just the same | |
What you look for now that you are grown | |
Is proof of how the time has flown | |
An empty house, a strand of grey | |
And an endless long for yesterday | |
Send it out into the great elsewhere | |
A kind of hope, a chant, a simple prayer | |
Be the child whose dreams won't ever fade | |
Shout the storm that barricades | |
What you look for in your darkest hour | |
Is a dirty a street or just a flower | |
Send it out not knowing where it went | |
To the blue, into the firmament | |
Be the one who wonders at it all | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines back |
zuo ci : CARPENTER, MARY | |
What you look for on a dirty street | |
Is a patch of green beneath your feet | |
A stubborn weed or traveling rose | |
Either one, it lives to grow | |
What you look for in a stranger' s eyes | |
Is if he sees through your disguise | |
How we long to be revealed | |
To be known we might be healed | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines backs | |
What you looked for when you were a girl | |
Was a window out into the world | |
From a speeding car or a passing train | |
You were hypnotized just the same | |
What you look for now that you are grown | |
Is proof of how the time has flown | |
An empty house, a strand of grey | |
And an endless long for yesterday | |
Send it out into the great elsewhere | |
A kind of hope, a chant, a simple prayer | |
Be the child whose dreams won' t ever fade | |
Shout the storm that barricades | |
What you look for in your darkest hour | |
Is a dirty a street or just a flower | |
Send it out not knowing where it went | |
To the blue, into the firmament | |
Be the one who wonders at it all | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines back |
zuò cí : CARPENTER, MARY | |
What you look for on a dirty street | |
Is a patch of green beneath your feet | |
A stubborn weed or traveling rose | |
Either one, it lives to grow | |
What you look for in a stranger' s eyes | |
Is if he sees through your disguise | |
How we long to be revealed | |
To be known we might be healed | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines backs | |
What you looked for when you were a girl | |
Was a window out into the world | |
From a speeding car or a passing train | |
You were hypnotized just the same | |
What you look for now that you are grown | |
Is proof of how the time has flown | |
An empty house, a strand of grey | |
And an endless long for yesterday | |
Send it out into the great elsewhere | |
A kind of hope, a chant, a simple prayer | |
Be the child whose dreams won' t ever fade | |
Shout the storm that barricades | |
What you look for in your darkest hour | |
Is a dirty a street or just a flower | |
Send it out not knowing where it went | |
To the blue, into the firmament | |
Be the one who wonders at it all | |
Send it out into the universe | |
A humble plea, a wish, a broken verse | |
Be the seed that lands inside the cracks | |
Seek the sun and it shines back | |
It shines back |