Song | Cage The Songbird |
Artist | Elton John |
Album | Blue Moves |
作曲 : Elton John & Davey Johnstone & Bernie Taupin | |
作词 : John, Johnstone, Taupin | |
Sober in the mornin' light | |
Things look so much different | |
To how they looked last night | |
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed | |
Like flags of many nations | |
Flyin' high above her head | |
The cellophane still on the flowers | |
The telegram still in her hand | |
As whispers circulate all day | |
Their back-stage baby princess passed away | |
And you can cage the songbird | |
But you can't make her sing | |
And you can trap the free bird | |
But you'll have to clip her wings' | |
Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies | |
But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies | |
Promises of no more lies | |
Fell flat upon an empty stage | |
Before the audience arrived | |
A return in time to the cheaper seats | |
She never knew what lay beneath | |
Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets | |
Let down before the final curtain | |
A shallow heart that left her cold | |
She left in rouge upon the mirror | |
A circled kiss oh, to the faithful fans who'd miss her | |
And you can cage the songbird | |
But you can't make her sing | |
And you can trap the free bird | |
But you'll have to clip her wings' | |
Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies | |
But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies |
zuò qǔ : Elton John Davey Johnstone Bernie Taupin | |
zuò cí : John, Johnstone, Taupin | |
Sober in the mornin' light | |
Things look so much different | |
To how they looked last night | |
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed | |
Like flags of many nations | |
Flyin' high above her head | |
The cellophane still on the flowers | |
The telegram still in her hand | |
As whispers circulate all day | |
Their backstage baby princess passed away | |
And you can cage the songbird | |
But you can' t make her sing | |
And you can trap the free bird | |
But you' ll have to clip her wings' | |
Cause she' ll soar like a hawk when she flies | |
But she' ll dive like an eagle when she dies | |
Promises of no more lies | |
Fell flat upon an empty stage | |
Before the audience arrived | |
A return in time to the cheaper seats | |
She never knew what lay beneath | |
Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets | |
Let down before the final curtain | |
A shallow heart that left her cold | |
She left in rouge upon the mirror | |
A circled kiss oh, to the faithful fans who' d miss her | |
And you can cage the songbird | |
But you can' t make her sing | |
And you can trap the free bird | |
But you' ll have to clip her wings' | |
Cause she' ll soar like a hawk when she flies | |
But she' ll dive like an eagle when she dies |