Song | Fleeting Mind |
Artist | Ocean Colour Scene |
Album | Moseley Shoals |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Steve Cradock & Simon Fowler & Oscar Harrison & Damon Minchella | |
作词 : Ocean Colour Scene | |
The brilliance of my fleeting mind | |
Chimes like voices in foreign caves | |
It chimes in time - takes me where | |
I'm going | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that's not hard to forget | |
With my hands upon my knees | |
You will steal from my fleeting mind | |
Remember all out words | |
They are just smoke-rings in the rain | |
That's just a poem in brilliant places | |
But poets, they are too grim | |
They steal like party thieves | |
From crowded rooms | |
To rhyme their homes with better places | |
The brilliance of their minds | |
Will seek with never knowing | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that's not hard to forget | |
With my thoughts like sifting leaves | |
I believe in my fleeting mind |
zuo qu : Steve Cradock Simon Fowler Oscar Harrison Damon Minchella | |
zuo ci : Ocean Colour Scene | |
The brilliance of my fleeting mind | |
Chimes like voices in foreign caves | |
It chimes in time takes me where | |
I' m going | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that' s not hard to forget | |
With my hands upon my knees | |
You will steal from my fleeting mind | |
Remember all out words | |
They are just smokerings in the rain | |
That' s just a poem in brilliant places | |
But poets, they are too grim | |
They steal like party thieves | |
From crowded rooms | |
To rhyme their homes with better places | |
The brilliance of their minds | |
Will seek with never knowing | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that' s not hard to forget | |
With my thoughts like sifting leaves | |
I believe in my fleeting mind |
zuò qǔ : Steve Cradock Simon Fowler Oscar Harrison Damon Minchella | |
zuò cí : Ocean Colour Scene | |
The brilliance of my fleeting mind | |
Chimes like voices in foreign caves | |
It chimes in time takes me where | |
I' m going | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that' s not hard to forget | |
With my hands upon my knees | |
You will steal from my fleeting mind | |
Remember all out words | |
They are just smokerings in the rain | |
That' s just a poem in brilliant places | |
But poets, they are too grim | |
They steal like party thieves | |
From crowded rooms | |
To rhyme their homes with better places | |
The brilliance of their minds | |
Will seek with never knowing | |
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing | |
Believe it when | |
I pin it down | |
And that' s not hard to forget | |
With my thoughts like sifting leaves | |
I believe in my fleeting mind |