Song | Small Swift Birds |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | Open |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
I've been told that it's just the way life goes. | |
Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. | |
The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet. | |
The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped. | |
Paradise once given will always be taken back. | |
And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack. | |
I have seen people suffocate the dream. | |
Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door. | |
Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore. | |
Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud. | |
He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out. | |
Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd. | |
But we've seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day. | |
We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away. | |
We've tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever. | |
And we've seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore. | |
I have heard about the lives of small swift birds. | |
They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air. | |
Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there. | |
Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings. | |
The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring. | |
And then there's the day we look for them and can't find them anywhere. | |
I've been told that it's just the way life goes. |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
I' ve been told that it' s just the way life goes. | |
Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. | |
The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet. | |
The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped. | |
Paradise once given will always be taken back. | |
And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack. | |
I have seen people suffocate the dream. | |
Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door. | |
Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore. | |
Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud. | |
He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out. | |
Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd. | |
But we' ve seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day. | |
We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away. | |
We' ve tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever. | |
And we' ve seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore. | |
I have heard about the lives of small swift birds. | |
They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air. | |
Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there. | |
Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings. | |
The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring. | |
And then there' s the day we look for them and can' t find them anywhere. | |
I' ve been told that it' s just the way life goes. |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
I' ve been told that it' s just the way life goes. | |
Once the wildest river is now a trickle to the sea. | |
The peak we risk our lives to scale becomes dirt beneath our feet. | |
The wisdom of a life time always disappears untapped. | |
Paradise once given will always be taken back. | |
And the love you hang your life upon will start to slowly crack. | |
I have seen people suffocate the dream. | |
Forgetting to turn that one last time while she watches through the door. | |
Focusing on the garbage that she use to ignore. | |
Thinking she looks so beautiful but not yelling it out loud. | |
He should have thought to kiss her before he headed out. | |
Just forgetting how fucking lucky you are to have found her in such a crowd. | |
But we' ve seen a cloud of starlings rising on a crisp autumn day. | |
We were handed the weight of a child sleeping and bore her away. | |
We' ve tasted the tears that fall when saying goodbye forever. | |
And we' ve seen the silver from a waxing moon wash upon the shore. | |
I have heard about the lives of small swift birds. | |
They dazzle with their colour and their deftness through the air. | |
Just a simple glimpse will keep you simply standing there. | |
Legendary journeys made on fragile hollow wings. | |
The night skies rich with whistling each and every spring. | |
And then there' s the day we look for them and can' t find them anywhere. | |
I' ve been told that it' s just the way life goes. |