| 作词 : Brooks, Campbell, Stewart | |
| Half of the time I spend thinking alone | |
| when I'm working out songs or just lying in the sun | |
| The magical sound that I long to express | |
| always just out of reach of my groping hands | |
| Like the wanton muse | |
| beckoning to me | |
| vanishes before | |
| I can see her face | |
| How many times has a transient dawn's | |
| beauty faded away before you understand | |
| And a woman whose smile is a lingering song | |
| brings tears to your eyes though you don't know why | |
| Like a fragrant light | |
| moves before your eyes | |
| a million miles away | |
| never to return | |
| Wafting past from my childhood | |
| Hazy thoughts and sensations | |
| These must hold the key to my life | |
| I always find those indefinite things | |
| if I manage to touch them they turn into stone | |
| and the quality that kept me following them | |
| is only a sound that I knew all the time | |
| If I ever find | |
| what I'm looking for | |
| I will be absorbed | |
| and never write again |
| zuo ci : Brooks, Campbell, Stewart | |
| Half of the time I spend thinking alone | |
| when I' m working out songs or just lying in the sun | |
| The magical sound that I long to express | |
| always just out of reach of my groping hands | |
| Like the wanton muse | |
| beckoning to me | |
| vanishes before | |
| I can see her face | |
| How many times has a transient dawn' s | |
| beauty faded away before you understand | |
| And a woman whose smile is a lingering song | |
| brings tears to your eyes though you don' t know why | |
| Like a fragrant light | |
| moves before your eyes | |
| a million miles away | |
| never to return | |
| Wafting past from my childhood | |
| Hazy thoughts and sensations | |
| These must hold the key to my life | |
| I always find those indefinite things | |
| if I manage to touch them they turn into stone | |
| and the quality that kept me following them | |
| is only a sound that I knew all the time | |
| If I ever find | |
| what I' m looking for | |
| I will be absorbed | |
| and never write again |
| zuò cí : Brooks, Campbell, Stewart | |
| Half of the time I spend thinking alone | |
| when I' m working out songs or just lying in the sun | |
| The magical sound that I long to express | |
| always just out of reach of my groping hands | |
| Like the wanton muse | |
| beckoning to me | |
| vanishes before | |
| I can see her face | |
| How many times has a transient dawn' s | |
| beauty faded away before you understand | |
| And a woman whose smile is a lingering song | |
| brings tears to your eyes though you don' t know why | |
| Like a fragrant light | |
| moves before your eyes | |
| a million miles away | |
| never to return | |
| Wafting past from my childhood | |
| Hazy thoughts and sensations | |
| These must hold the key to my life | |
| I always find those indefinite things | |
| if I manage to touch them they turn into stone | |
| and the quality that kept me following them | |
| is only a sound that I knew all the time | |
| If I ever find | |
| what I' m looking for | |
| I will be absorbed | |
| and never write again |
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