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 |