| Song | Empty Cages |
| Artist | Dan Fogelberg |
| Album | The Innocent Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fogelberg, Kunkel, Putnam ... | |
| Waiting in the wings your courage sings before you falter | |
| It's just another way to say what's there but never shows | |
| It's just another day to lay your sins before the altar | |
| And where it's going to end this time around nobody knows | |
| Every time it seems that you have gained an understanding | |
| Those devils at your heels reach up and try to tip the scales | |
| Waking from a dream it seems it's all been done without you | |
| And every vain attempt to make you stay is destined to fail | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Fury rages through your restless days | |
| Shades of time that's gone before | |
| Empty cages where the prisoner plays | |
| 'Til the door swings closed behind forevermore | |
| Evermore... Evermore... | |
| Long before we come of age we yearn to leave the garden | |
| And wrestle with a myth the hand of fate has faintly drawn | |
| But somewhere on the way we feel our hearts begin to harden | |
| And see just as we learn to turn around | |
| The garden is gone | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Fogelberg, Kunkel, Putnam ... | |
| Waiting in the wings your courage sings before you falter | |
| It' s just another way to say what' s there but never shows | |
| It' s just another day to lay your sins before the altar | |
| And where it' s going to end this time around nobody knows | |
| Every time it seems that you have gained an understanding | |
| Those devils at your heels reach up and try to tip the scales | |
| Waking from a dream it seems it' s all been done without you | |
| And every vain attempt to make you stay is destined to fail | |
| Chorus | |
| Fury rages through your restless days | |
| Shades of time that' s gone before | |
| Empty cages where the prisoner plays | |
| ' Til the door swings closed behind forevermore | |
| Evermore... Evermore... | |
| Long before we come of age we yearn to leave the garden | |
| And wrestle with a myth the hand of fate has faintly drawn | |
| But somewhere on the way we feel our hearts begin to harden | |
| And see just as we learn to turn around | |
| The garden is gone | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Fogelberg, Kunkel, Putnam ... | |
| Waiting in the wings your courage sings before you falter | |
| It' s just another way to say what' s there but never shows | |
| It' s just another day to lay your sins before the altar | |
| And where it' s going to end this time around nobody knows | |
| Every time it seems that you have gained an understanding | |
| Those devils at your heels reach up and try to tip the scales | |
| Waking from a dream it seems it' s all been done without you | |
| And every vain attempt to make you stay is destined to fail | |
| Chorus | |
| Fury rages through your restless days | |
| Shades of time that' s gone before | |
| Empty cages where the prisoner plays | |
| ' Til the door swings closed behind forevermore | |
| Evermore... Evermore... | |
| Long before we come of age we yearn to leave the garden | |
| And wrestle with a myth the hand of fate has faintly drawn | |
| But somewhere on the way we feel our hearts begin to harden | |
| And see just as we learn to turn around | |
| The garden is gone | |
| Chorus |