Song | Listening To Old Voices |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Stolen Moments |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hiatt | |
They have come to haunt the children | |
They have come to walk the wind | |
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees | |
Looking for the love that killed them | |
So that they might live again | |
It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
With drums and bells and rattles | |
They have caught us in our time | |
To watch the eagle rise up from the fire | |
Now is it true we are possessed | |
By all the ones we leave behind | |
Or is it by their lives we are inspired | |
Chorus: | |
It's a new light, new day | |
Listening for new meaning learning how to say | |
It's a new place but you've always been here | |
You're just listening to old voices with a new ear | |
It's the livin' and the dyin' | |
Well it scares the young ones so | |
They can hardly catch their breath before too long | |
They see the tears we're crying | |
And they watch the river flow | |
And they follow on the banks until it's gone | |
I surrender to the mountains | |
I surrender to the sea | |
I surrender to the one who calls my name | |
I surrender to my lover and to my enemy | |
I surrender to the face that holds no shame | |
Chorus | |
There's a spider at my window | |
And she spins a web of truth | |
More beautiful than all those memories | |
And she surely is god's artist | |
As she's caught the morning dew | |
It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
Chorus twice |
zuo ci : Hiatt | |
They have come to haunt the children | |
They have come to walk the wind | |
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees | |
Looking for the love that killed them | |
So that they might live again | |
It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
With drums and bells and rattles | |
They have caught us in our time | |
To watch the eagle rise up from the fire | |
Now is it true we are possessed | |
By all the ones we leave behind | |
Or is it by their lives we are inspired | |
Chorus: | |
It' s a new light, new day | |
Listening for new meaning learning how to say | |
It' s a new place but you' ve always been here | |
You' re just listening to old voices with a new ear | |
It' s the livin' and the dyin' | |
Well it scares the young ones so | |
They can hardly catch their breath before too long | |
They see the tears we' re crying | |
And they watch the river flow | |
And they follow on the banks until it' s gone | |
I surrender to the mountains | |
I surrender to the sea | |
I surrender to the one who calls my name | |
I surrender to my lover and to my enemy | |
I surrender to the face that holds no shame | |
Chorus | |
There' s a spider at my window | |
And she spins a web of truth | |
More beautiful than all those memories | |
And she surely is god' s artist | |
As she' s caught the morning dew | |
It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
Chorus twice |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
They have come to haunt the children | |
They have come to walk the wind | |
I can hear them as they rustle through the trees | |
Looking for the love that killed them | |
So that they might live again | |
It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
With drums and bells and rattles | |
They have caught us in our time | |
To watch the eagle rise up from the fire | |
Now is it true we are possessed | |
By all the ones we leave behind | |
Or is it by their lives we are inspired | |
Chorus: | |
It' s a new light, new day | |
Listening for new meaning learning how to say | |
It' s a new place but you' ve always been here | |
You' re just listening to old voices with a new ear | |
It' s the livin' and the dyin' | |
Well it scares the young ones so | |
They can hardly catch their breath before too long | |
They see the tears we' re crying | |
And they watch the river flow | |
And they follow on the banks until it' s gone | |
I surrender to the mountains | |
I surrender to the sea | |
I surrender to the one who calls my name | |
I surrender to my lover and to my enemy | |
I surrender to the face that holds no shame | |
Chorus | |
There' s a spider at my window | |
And she spins a web of truth | |
More beautiful than all those memories | |
And she surely is god' s artist | |
As she' s caught the morning dew | |
It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
Chorus twice |