When Word Gets Around

	作曲 : McLennan
	A man stands by a window;
	He breathes like a bird.
	There's a rose by the window
	Sitting pretty proud and red.
	Clothes lie abandoned, discarded,
	Right across the bed.
	Two day old papers lie on the floor;
	Flaking paint sits in his hair.
	He wonders why he came here;
	He wonders why she's not there.
	Won't you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We'll keep together
	When word gets around.
	He feels the draw and pump;
	The movement of blood around his heart.
	He thinks he's on a parachute,
	Falling quickly through the dark.
	What he wants to know is,
	What do you do when the goodtimes fly?
	Because the pieces don't fit together,
	When a sweetheart lies.
	Won't you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We'll keep it together
	When word gets around.
	He wants to let her know he's found a word,
	But that word is in peril.
	It's a word that keeps warm under a bird's wing -
	That word is "gentle".
	Won't you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We'll keep it together
	When word gets around.

	zuò qǔ : McLennan
	A man stands by a window
	He breathes like a bird.
	There' s a rose by the window
	Sitting pretty proud and red.
	Clothes lie abandoned, discarded,
	Right across the bed.
	Two day old papers lie on the floor
	Flaking paint sits in his hair.
	He wonders why he came here
	He wonders why she' s not there.
	Won' t you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We' ll keep together
	When word gets around.
	He feels the draw and pump
	The movement of blood around his heart.
	He thinks he' s on a parachute,
	Falling quickly through the dark.
	What he wants to know is,
	What do you do when the goodtimes fly?
	Because the pieces don' t fit together,
	When a sweetheart lies.
	Won' t you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We' ll keep it together
	When word gets around.
	He wants to let her know he' s found a word,
	But that word is in peril.
	It' s a word that keeps warm under a bird' s wing
	That word is " gentle".
	Won' t you help me
	To hear that sound?
	We' ll keep it together
	When word gets around.