| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Pearl Jam |
| [00:27.30] | Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm... |
| [00:39.70] | Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore... |
| [00:49.18] | |
| [00:52.30] | Gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake... |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:04.59] | Daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate... |
| [01:13.45] | |
| [01:17.13] | Little secrets, tremors...turned to quake... |
| [01:26.55] | |
| [01:29.11] | The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
| [01:40.70] | |
| [02:06.33] | Ransom paid the Devil...He whispers pleasing words... |
| [02:15.64] | |
| [02:18.19] | Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first... |
| [02:27.49] | |
| [02:30.80] | Little secrets tremors...turned to quake... |
| [02:39.97] | |
| [02:42.84] | The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
| [02:53.89] | |
| [03:04.56] | I'll decide...take the dive... |
| [03:10.55] | Take my time...not my life... |
| [03:16.47] | Wait for signs...believe in lies... |
| [03:22.47] | To get by...it's divine...whoa... |
| [03:31.21] | |
| [03:33.33] | Oh, you know what it's like... |
| [03:35.97] | |
| [03:43.58] | Turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line... |
| [03:51.98] | |
| [03:55.72] | Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ... |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Pearl Jam |
| [00:27.30] | Winded is the sailor. . . drifting by the storm. . . |
| [00:39.70] | Wounded is the organ he left all. . . bloodied on the shore. . . |
| [00:49.18] | |
| [00:52.30] | Gorgeous was his savior, sees her. . . drowning in his wake. . . |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:04.59] | Daily taste the salt of her tears, but. . . a chance blamed fate. . . |
| [01:13.45] | |
| [01:17.13] | Little secrets, tremors. . . turned to quake. . . |
| [01:26.55] | |
| [01:29.11] | The smallest oceans still get. . . big, big waves. . . |
| [01:40.70] | |
| [02:06.33] | Ransom paid the Devil. . . He whispers pleasing words. . . |
| [02:15.64] | |
| [02:18.19] | Triumphant are the angels if they can. . . a get there first. . . |
| [02:27.49] | |
| [02:30.80] | Little secrets tremors. . . turned to quake. . . |
| [02:39.97] | |
| [02:42.84] | The smallest oceans still get. . . big, big waves. . . |
| [02:53.89] | |
| [03:04.56] | I' ll decide. . . take the dive. . . |
| [03:10.55] | Take my time. . . not my life. . . |
| [03:16.47] | Wait for signs. . . believe in lies. . . |
| [03:22.47] | To get by. . . it' s divine. . . whoa. . . |
| [03:31.21] | |
| [03:33.33] | Oh, you know what it' s like. . . |
| [03:35.97] | |
| [03:43.58] | Turns the bow back, tows and. . . drops the line. . . |
| [03:51.98] | |
| [03:55.72] | Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ. . . |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Pearl Jam |
| [00:27.30] | Winded is the sailor. . . drifting by the storm. . . |
| [00:39.70] | Wounded is the organ he left all. . . bloodied on the shore. . . |
| [00:49.18] | |
| [00:52.30] | Gorgeous was his savior, sees her. . . drowning in his wake. . . |
| [01:01.34] | |
| [01:04.59] | Daily taste the salt of her tears, but. . . a chance blamed fate. . . |
| [01:13.45] | |
| [01:17.13] | Little secrets, tremors. . . turned to quake. . . |
| [01:26.55] | |
| [01:29.11] | The smallest oceans still get. . . big, big waves. . . |
| [01:40.70] | |
| [02:06.33] | Ransom paid the Devil. . . He whispers pleasing words. . . |
| [02:15.64] | |
| [02:18.19] | Triumphant are the angels if they can. . . a get there first. . . |
| [02:27.49] | |
| [02:30.80] | Little secrets tremors. . . turned to quake. . . |
| [02:39.97] | |
| [02:42.84] | The smallest oceans still get. . . big, big waves. . . |
| [02:53.89] | |
| [03:04.56] | I' ll decide. . . take the dive. . . |
| [03:10.55] | Take my time. . . not my life. . . |
| [03:16.47] | Wait for signs. . . believe in lies. . . |
| [03:22.47] | To get by. . . it' s divine. . . whoa. . . |
| [03:31.21] | |
| [03:33.33] | Oh, you know what it' s like. . . |
| [03:35.97] | |
| [03:43.58] | Turns the bow back, tows and. . . drops the line. . . |
| [03:51.98] | |
| [03:55.72] | Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ. . . |