Song | Further To Fly |
Artist | Paul Simon |
Album | Songwriter |
作词 : Simon | |
There may come a time | |
When you'll be tired | |
As tired as a dream | |
That wants to die | |
And further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Maybe you will find a love | |
That you discover accidentally | |
Who falls against you gently | |
As a pickpocket brushes your thigh | |
Further to fly | |
Effortless music from the | |
CameroonsThe spinning darkness of her hair | |
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere | |
The open palm of desire wants everything | |
It wants everything, it wants everything | |
Sometimes | |
I'll be walking down | |
The street and | |
I'll be thinking | |
Am I crazy | |
Or is this some morbid little lie | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
A recent loss of memory | |
A shadow in the family | |
The baby waves bye-bye | |
I'm trying, | |
I'm flying | |
There may come a time | |
When I will lose you | |
Lose you as | |
I lose my light | |
Days falling backward into velvet night | |
The open palm of desire | |
Wants everything, it wants everything | |
It wants soil as soft as summer | |
And the strength to push like spring | |
A broken laugh, a broken fever | |
Take it up with the great deceiver | |
Who looks you in the eye | |
And says baby don't cry | |
Further to fly | |
There may come a time | |
When I will lose you | |
Lose you as | |
I lose my sight | |
Days falling backward into velvet night | |
The open palm of desire | |
The rose of | |
JerichoSoil as soft as summer | |
The strength to let you go |
zuò cí : Simon | |
There may come a time | |
When you' ll be tired | |
As tired as a dream | |
That wants to die | |
And further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Maybe you will find a love | |
That you discover accidentally | |
Who falls against you gently | |
As a pickpocket brushes your thigh | |
Further to fly | |
Effortless music from the | |
CameroonsThe spinning darkness of her hair | |
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere | |
The open palm of desire wants everything | |
It wants everything, it wants everything | |
Sometimes | |
I' ll be walking down | |
The street and | |
I' ll be thinking | |
Am I crazy | |
Or is this some morbid little lie | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
Further to fly | |
A recent loss of memory | |
A shadow in the family | |
The baby waves byebye | |
I' m trying, | |
I' m flying | |
There may come a time | |
When I will lose you | |
Lose you as | |
I lose my light | |
Days falling backward into velvet night | |
The open palm of desire | |
Wants everything, it wants everything | |
It wants soil as soft as summer | |
And the strength to push like spring | |
A broken laugh, a broken fever | |
Take it up with the great deceiver | |
Who looks you in the eye | |
And says baby don' t cry | |
Further to fly | |
There may come a time | |
When I will lose you | |
Lose you as | |
I lose my sight | |
Days falling backward into velvet night | |
The open palm of desire | |
The rose of | |
JerichoSoil as soft as summer | |
The strength to let you go |