Synchronicity II

	作词 : Sting
	Another suburban family morning
	Grandmother screaming at the wall
	We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
	We can't hear anything at all
	Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
	But we know all her suicides are fake
	Daddy only stares into the distance
	There's only so much more that he can take
	Many miles away
	Something crawls from the slime
	At the bottom of a dark scottish lake
	Another industrial ugly morning
	The factory belches filth into the sky
	He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
	He doesn't think to wonder why
	The secretaries pout and preen like
	Cheap tarts in a red light street
	But all he ever thinks to do is watch
	And every single meeting with his so-called superior
	Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
	Many miles away
	Something crawls to the surface
	Of a dark scottish lake
	Another working day has ended
	Only the rush hour hell to face
	Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
	Contestants in a suicidal race
	Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
	He knows that something somewhere has to break
	He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
	The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
	Many miles away
	There's a shadow on the door
	Of a cottage on the shore
	Of a dark scottish lake
	Many miles away, many miles away

	zuò cí : Sting
	Another suburban family morning
	Grandmother screaming at the wall
	We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
	We can' t hear anything at all
	Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
	But we know all her suicides are fake
	Daddy only stares into the distance
	There' s only so much more that he can take
	Many miles away
	Something crawls from the slime
	At the bottom of a dark scottish lake
	Another industrial ugly morning
	The factory belches filth into the sky
	He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
	He doesn' t think to wonder why
	The secretaries pout and preen like
	Cheap tarts in a red light street
	But all he ever thinks to do is watch
	And every single meeting with his socalled superior
	Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
	Many miles away
	Something crawls to the surface
	Of a dark scottish lake
	Another working day has ended
	Only the rush hour hell to face
	Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
	Contestants in a suicidal race
	Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
	He knows that something somewhere has to break
	He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
	The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
	Many miles away
	There' s a shadow on the door
	Of a cottage on the shore
	Of a dark scottish lake
	Many miles away, many miles away