Song | It's Not A Song |
Artist | Amy Grant |
Album | The Storyteller Collection |
作词 : Buchanan, Chapman | |
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed. | |
Can't get to sleep; something's in my head. | |
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme. | |
Why do I fear this time? | |
It's not a song till it touches your heart. | |
It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It's not a song. | |
Now close your eyes; look into your hand. | |
What do you see? | |
Life is our song, to give and learn to take. | |
Time will not wait. | |
Oh, won't you please come dance, | |
While the song's still playing, | |
Won't be long till the silence falls. | |
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It's not a song. | |
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It's not a song. | |
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It's not a song. | |
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It's not a song. |
zuò cí : Buchanan, Chapman | |
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed. | |
Can' t get to sleep something' s in my head. | |
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme. | |
Why do I fear this time? | |
It' s not a song till it touches your heart. | |
It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It' s not a song. | |
Now close your eyes look into your hand. | |
What do you see? | |
Life is our song, to give and learn to take. | |
Time will not wait. | |
Oh, won' t you please come dance, | |
While the song' s still playing, | |
Won' t be long till the silence falls. | |
It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
Till it gets through to you, | |
It' s not a song. |