Reach Down

	作曲 : Chris Cornell
	作词 : Cornell
	I had a dream the other night
	You were in a bar in the corner on a chair
	Wearing a long white leather coat
	Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
	And you said hey this is where I'm gonna sit
	And buy you a drink someday
	You were going to the dog shows
	But you kinda lost your way
	You say now I got all this room
	And no money to decorate it, so some
	Local customer put me in touch with the man
	Upstairs, he said little man you got no
	Business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest
	You gotta rest you gotta reach down
	And pick the crowd up
	Carry back in your hands
	To the promised land
	Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said
	Nothin' but the best for the golden boy
	She made me promise not to tell I had her under
	A spell singing golden words in a broken voice
	And I caught some blessing on the wind I'm
	Feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove
	I've got no hands to tie behind my back
	And I'm sparking like a heart attack, now I've got
	Room to spread my wings and my messages of
	Love, yes love was my drug, but that's not
	What I died of, so don't think of me
	Crying louder than some billion dollar baby
	Cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta
	Reach down and pick the
	Crowd up, carry back in my
	Hand to the promised land

	zuò qǔ : Chris Cornell
	zuò cí : Cornell
	I had a dream the other night
	You were in a bar in the corner on a chair
	Wearing a long white leather coat
	Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
	And you said hey this is where I' m gonna sit
	And buy you a drink someday
	You were going to the dog shows
	But you kinda lost your way
	You say now I got all this room
	And no money to decorate it, so some
	Local customer put me in touch with the man
	Upstairs, he said little man you got no
	Business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest
	You gotta rest you gotta reach down
	And pick the crowd up
	Carry back in your hands
	To the promised land
	Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said
	Nothin' but the best for the golden boy
	She made me promise not to tell I had her under
	A spell singing golden words in a broken voice
	And I caught some blessing on the wind I' m
	Feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove
	I' ve got no hands to tie behind my back
	And I' m sparking like a heart attack, now I' ve got
	Room to spread my wings and my messages of
	Love, yes love was my drug, but that' s not
	What I died of, so don' t think of me
	Crying louder than some billion dollar baby
	Cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta
	Reach down and pick the
	Crowd up, carry back in my
	Hand to the promised land