| 作曲 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| 作词 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| Love, spread out like seeds | |
| Somebody walked away from landscape poverty | |
| I came to find you | |
| I came to see the beauty underway | |
| That bloomed love, energy | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| Into something new | |
| But the only thing I see | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find some gentle song | |
| Some mode of simple trust | |
| And ways to understand | |
| These reaching orchards | |
| Of broken fame | |
| Grown deep inside of us | |
| By forced and troubled hands | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find the sun | |
| Reaching down through shadowed brush (?) | |
| Breaking off the bitter branch | |
| Twisted roots like tans (?) | |
| Dreams of all these spotlit kings (?) | |
| Drinking up the light | |
| Like California redwoods | |
| Splitting up the night | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| All the talking we could do | |
| Oh if only we could be | |
| A real life version of you | |
| A real life version of you | |
| And a real life version of me | |
| A real life version of me | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling |
| zuo qu : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| zuo ci : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| Love, spread out like seeds | |
| Somebody walked away from landscape poverty | |
| I came to find you | |
| I came to see the beauty underway | |
| That bloomed love, energy | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| Into something new | |
| But the only thing I see | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find some gentle song | |
| Some mode of simple trust | |
| And ways to understand | |
| These reaching orchards | |
| Of broken fame | |
| Grown deep inside of us | |
| By forced and troubled hands | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find the sun | |
| Reaching down through shadowed brush ? | |
| Breaking off the bitter branch | |
| Twisted roots like tans ? | |
| Dreams of all these spotlit kings ? | |
| Drinking up the light | |
| Like California redwoods | |
| Splitting up the night | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| All the talking we could do | |
| Oh if only we could be | |
| A real life version of you | |
| A real life version of you | |
| And a real life version of me | |
| A real life version of me | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling |
| zuò qǔ : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| zuò cí : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
| Love, spread out like seeds | |
| Somebody walked away from landscape poverty | |
| I came to find you | |
| I came to see the beauty underway | |
| That bloomed love, energy | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| Into something new | |
| But the only thing I see | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find some gentle song | |
| Some mode of simple trust | |
| And ways to understand | |
| These reaching orchards | |
| Of broken fame | |
| Grown deep inside of us | |
| By forced and troubled hands | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| To find the sun | |
| Reaching down through shadowed brush ? | |
| Breaking off the bitter branch | |
| Twisted roots like tans ? | |
| Dreams of all these spotlit kings ? | |
| Drinking up the light | |
| Like California redwoods | |
| Splitting up the night | |
| And it turns around like you | |
| And it turns around like me | |
| All the talking we could do | |
| Oh if only we could be | |
| A real life version of you | |
| A real life version of you | |
| And a real life version of me | |
| A real life version of me | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling | |
| I see you, I see you | |
| I see you, always struggling |