I Will Write My Book Lyrics

	作词 : Henry
	If anybody asks what's new
	I say, "not much," and it's mostly true,
	But when my stars align with you
	Then I will write my book.
	I turn my face from all the rage
	Playing on a grim, dark stage,
	But you've shown me an open page
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their rhyme or broken reason;
	The world is ruthless, shrewdly blind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I'd never claim that what I'd heard
	Was the first wave or the last word,
	But your heart beneath my hand just stirred
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their crimes on every season;
	The world is truthless, shrewdly kind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I have no words to turn the tide
	-Lights go out, and worlds collide-
	But by your candle hopes abide
	And there I'll write my book,
	By your candle hopes abide
	And there I'll write my book.

	zuo ci : Henry
	If anybody asks what' s new
	I say, " not much," and it' s mostly true,
	But when my stars align with you
	Then I will write my book.
	I turn my face from all the rage
	Playing on a grim, dark stage,
	But you' ve shown me an open page
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their rhyme or broken reason
	The world is ruthless, shrewdly blind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I' d never claim that what I' d heard
	Was the first wave or the last word,
	But your heart beneath my hand just stirred
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their crimes on every season
	The world is truthless, shrewdly kind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I have no words to turn the tide
	Lights go out, and worlds collide
	But by your candle hopes abide
	And there I' ll write my book,
	By your candle hopes abide
	And there I' ll write my book.

	zuò cí : Henry
	If anybody asks what' s new
	I say, " not much," and it' s mostly true,
	But when my stars align with you
	Then I will write my book.
	I turn my face from all the rage
	Playing on a grim, dark stage,
	But you' ve shown me an open page
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their rhyme or broken reason
	The world is ruthless, shrewdly blind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I' d never claim that what I' d heard
	Was the first wave or the last word,
	But your heart beneath my hand just stirred
	And I will write my book.
	I have no time for what inclines
	Their crimes on every season
	The world is truthless, shrewdly kind,
	My oath to them is treason...
	I have no words to turn the tide
	Lights go out, and worlds collide
	But by your candle hopes abide
	And there I' ll write my book,
	By your candle hopes abide
	And there I' ll write my book.

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