Swan Song

	作词 : Chris Martini
	作曲 : Pat Sanders
	Read between the lines, it’s not so hard
	To find the truth of what it means
	You patronize, I sympathize
	But what the hell in the world
	Could you ever hope to gain?
	And you hope you’ll gain…
	You look at me, I look at you
	But will we ever see our colours?

	Holding on, growing old
	Seeing what I want to see
	Holding out, but giving up
	Hearing what I want to hear

	Every which way the same shade of grey
	And in the fading light there’s proof
	No matter where our point of view
	We always will remain
	The same old traces of our youth

	Though we never do appear
	The characters that we endear in fantasy
	Searching places high and low
	The answer was before me all the time…

	Every which way the same shade of grey
	And in the fading light there’s proof
	No matter where our point of view
	We always will remain
	The same old traces of our youth

	zuò cí : Chris Martini
	zuò qǔ : Pat Sanders
	Read between the lines, it' s not so hard
	To find the truth of what it means
	You patronize, I sympathize
	But what the hell in the world
	Could you ever hope to gain?
	And you hope you' ll gain
	You look at me, I look at you
	But will we ever see our colours?

	Holding on, growing old
	Seeing what I want to see
	Holding out, but giving up
	Hearing what I want to hear

	Every which way the same shade of grey
	And in the fading light there' s proof
	No matter where our point of view
	We always will remain
	The same old traces of our youth

	Though we never do appear
	The characters that we endear in fantasy
	Searching places high and low
	The answer was before me all the time

	Every which way the same shade of grey
	And in the fading light there' s proof
	No matter where our point of view
	We always will remain
	The same old traces of our youth