| Song | To Be Heard |
| Artist | Alchemista |
| Album | We All Go Someday |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Caroline White | |
| 作曲 : Caroline White | |
| [Verse One] | |
| …..One more day in the English quarter, | |
| …..And which way for all our daughters? | |
| …..There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You’ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| ….And so she worked her hardest……… to prove her fervour, | |
| ….And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| ….But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ‘doing girl’. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| And all her life she’s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| …..Give her a taste of what she’s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they’re left on the sho……ore | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where’s aspiration when she’s fighting in the dark? | |
| <Chorus> | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| …..The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| …. With only her life to tender, | |
| ….. Home maker and mender, | |
| ….For the sake of all but her. | |
| …..Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who’ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| ….She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society’s despise. | |
| <Chorus> | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You’ll see them if you dare……..[Verse One] | |
| …..One more day in the English quarter, | |
| …..And which way for all our daughters? | |
| …..There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You’ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| ….And so she worked her hardest……… to prove her fervour, | |
| ….And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| ….But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ‘doing girl’. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| And all her life she’s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| …..Give her a taste of what she’s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they’re left on the sho……ore | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where’s aspiration when she’s fighting in the dark? | |
| <Chorus> | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| …..The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| …. With only her life to tender, | |
| ….. Home maker and mender, | |
| ….For the sake of all but her. | |
| …..Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who’ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| ….She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society’s despise. | |
| <Chorus> | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There’s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You’ll see them if you dare…….. |
| zuo ci : Caroline White | |
| zuo qu : Caroline White | |
| Verse One | |
| .. One more day in the English quarter, | |
| .. And which way for all our daughters? | |
| .. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| . And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
| . And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| . But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ' doing girl'. | |
| Chorus | |
| And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| .. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
| Verse Two | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| .. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| . With only her life to tender, | |
| .. Home maker and mender, | |
| . For the sake of all but her. | |
| .. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| . She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
| Chorus | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see them if you dare.. Verse One | |
| .. One more day in the English quarter, | |
| .. And which way for all our daughters? | |
| .. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| . And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
| . And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| . But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ' doing girl'. | |
| Chorus | |
| And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| .. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
| Verse Two | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| .. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| . With only her life to tender, | |
| .. Home maker and mender, | |
| . For the sake of all but her. | |
| .. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| . She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
| Chorus | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see them if you dare.. |
| zuò cí : Caroline White | |
| zuò qǔ : Caroline White | |
| Verse One | |
| .. One more day in the English quarter, | |
| .. And which way for all our daughters? | |
| .. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| . And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
| . And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| . But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ' doing girl'. | |
| Chorus | |
| And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| .. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
| Verse Two | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| .. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| . With only her life to tender, | |
| .. Home maker and mender, | |
| . For the sake of all but her. | |
| .. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| . She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
| Chorus | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see them if you dare.. Verse One | |
| .. One more day in the English quarter, | |
| .. And which way for all our daughters? | |
| .. There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see her if you dare. | |
| Destinations, dreams to cling to, | |
| Aspirations, schemes to bring to, | |
| But no one shared the key to win through, | |
| Or saw her gift and flair, | |
| . And so she worked her hardest to prove her fervour, | |
| . And claim a stake in what this life can procure, | |
| . But never seen as good enough, | |
| Her path stepped away from the action, | |
| She was only ' doing girl'. | |
| Chorus | |
| And all her life she' s been waiting to be heard, to be heard, | |
| A lonely voice complaining to this world, to this world, | |
| .. Give her a taste of what she' s hoping for, | |
| For her dreams are not dreams if they' re left on the sho ore | |
| Verse Two | |
| Everyone has a tale to render, | |
| Never judge by your own agenda, | |
| The girl with just her love to tender, | |
| To escape her desperate home. | |
| And so began, | |
| Her best career plan, to have a child and a stake in what this life can impart, | |
| But seen as wild and worthless, | |
| She hides behind the curtains, | |
| Where' s aspiration when she' s fighting in the dark? | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three | |
| .. The weary wife alone by the fender, | |
| . With only her life to tender, | |
| .. Home maker and mender, | |
| . For the sake of all but her. | |
| .. Never listened to, forgotten, | |
| She prays for the children, | |
| Who' ve flown but her loving heart denies, | |
| . She needs to shout so they can see her, | |
| And light a fire to free her, | |
| From the anguish of society' s despise. | |
| Chorus | |
| One more day in the English quarter, | |
| And which way for all our daughters? | |
| There' s too much rain and too much water, | |
| You' ll see them if you dare.. |