| Song | Small Swift Birds |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | Open |
| 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. |
| 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. |