Song | Take A Pebble |
Artist | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
Album | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Lake |
[00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
[00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
[01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
[01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
[01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
[01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
[02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
[02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
[11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat |
[11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
[11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
[11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
[12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
[12:20.16] | Of our lives |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Lake |
[00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
[00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
[01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
[01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
[01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
[01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
[02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
[02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
[11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat |
[11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
[11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
[11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
[12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
[12:20.16] | Of our lives |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Lake |
[00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
[00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
[01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
[01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
[01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
[01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
[02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
[02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
[11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat |
[11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
[11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
[11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
[12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
[12:20.16] | Of our lives |