Song | High Flying Bird |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin | |
作词 : John, Taupin | |
You wore a little cross | |
Of gold around your neck | |
I saw it as you flew between my reason | |
Like a raven in the night time when you left | |
I wear a chain upon my wrist | |
That bears no name | |
You touched it and you wore it | |
And you kept it in your pillow all the same | |
My high-flying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my high-flying bird | |
The white walls of your dressing room | |
Are stained in scarlet red | |
You bled upon the cold stone | |
Like a young man | |
Hmm, in the foreign field of death | |
Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful? | |
Is all I heard you say | |
You never closed your eyes at night | |
And learned to love daylight | |
Instead you moved away | |
My high-flying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
MyMy high-flying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my high-flying bird | |
My high-flying, high-flying bird | |
My high-flying, high-flying bird | |
My high-flying, high-flying bird | |
My high-flying, high-flying bird |
zuo qu : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
zuo ci : John, Taupin | |
You wore a little cross | |
Of gold around your neck | |
I saw it as you flew between my reason | |
Like a raven in the night time when you left | |
I wear a chain upon my wrist | |
That bears no name | |
You touched it and you wore it | |
And you kept it in your pillow all the same | |
My highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my highflying bird | |
The white walls of your dressing room | |
Are stained in scarlet red | |
You bled upon the cold stone | |
Like a young man | |
Hmm, in the foreign field of death | |
Oh, wouldn' t it be wonderful? | |
Is all I heard you say | |
You never closed your eyes at night | |
And learned to love daylight | |
Instead you moved away | |
My highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
MyMy highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird |
zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
zuò cí : John, Taupin | |
You wore a little cross | |
Of gold around your neck | |
I saw it as you flew between my reason | |
Like a raven in the night time when you left | |
I wear a chain upon my wrist | |
That bears no name | |
You touched it and you wore it | |
And you kept it in your pillow all the same | |
My highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my highflying bird | |
The white walls of your dressing room | |
Are stained in scarlet red | |
You bled upon the cold stone | |
Like a young man | |
Hmm, in the foreign field of death | |
Oh, wouldn' t it be wonderful? | |
Is all I heard you say | |
You never closed your eyes at night | |
And learned to love daylight | |
Instead you moved away | |
My highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
MyMy highflying bird | |
Has flown from out my arms | |
I thought myself her keeper | |
She thought | |
I meant her harm | |
She thought | |
I was the archer | |
A weatherman of words | |
But I could never shoot down | |
My, my highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird | |
My highflying, highflying bird |