| Song | The Beginning (A Simple Seed) |
| Artist | The Classic Crime |
| Album | The Silver Cord |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Macdonald |
| [04:33.10][00:08.59] | I left my heart in a plastic box |
| [04:40.10][00:15.52] | on the bedside table. |
| [04:44.64][00:19.96] | It will be locked 'til I get home. |
| [00:32.20] | I've grown feeble and tired of the world, |
| [00:36.28] | and tired of constantly missing my girl. |
| [00:40.36] | And I long to smell the sea |
| [04:31.73][01:15.18] | |
| [01:28.05] | I miss the Pacific Ocean |
| [01:31.35] | and the northwest air, |
| [01:32.84] | and to run each of my fingers |
| [01:36.04] | through the strands of her hair. |
| [01:38.80] | I've been all over this country lately, |
| [01:42.95] | but I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere. |
| [01:45.93] | Well, I've found the cure |
| [01:47.54] | for my landlocked blues. |
| [01:49.64] | |
| [01:49.89] | It's coming home to you. |
| [02:23.54] | |
| [02:24.98] | If a simple seed gets just what it needs, |
| [02:29.03] | then a redwood tree can grow |
| [02:32.74] | up to a hundred feet for the world to see, |
| [02:37.06] | and endure the sleet and snow. |
| [02:41.13] | But if my whole life was wrapped and priced, |
| [02:45.28] | I wonder what the tag would show. |
| [02:49.25] | 'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost, |
| [02:53.31] | I always seem to let her go. |
| [02:56.42] | I let her go. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Macdonald |
| [04:33.10][00:08.59] | I left my heart in a plastic box |
| [04:40.10][00:15.52] | on the bedside table. |
| [04:44.64][00:19.96] | It will be locked ' til I get home. |
| [00:32.20] | I' ve grown feeble and tired of the world, |
| [00:36.28] | and tired of constantly missing my girl. |
| [00:40.36] | And I long to smell the sea |
| [04:31.73][01:15.18] | |
| [01:28.05] | I miss the Pacific Ocean |
| [01:31.35] | and the northwest air, |
| [01:32.84] | and to run each of my fingers |
| [01:36.04] | through the strands of her hair. |
| [01:38.80] | I' ve been all over this country lately, |
| [01:42.95] | but I' ve been nowhere it seems, nowhere. |
| [01:45.93] | Well, I' ve found the cure |
| [01:47.54] | for my landlocked blues. |
| [01:49.64] | |
| [01:49.89] | It' s coming home to you. |
| [02:23.54] | |
| [02:24.98] | If a simple seed gets just what it needs, |
| [02:29.03] | then a redwood tree can grow |
| [02:32.74] | up to a hundred feet for the world to see, |
| [02:37.06] | and endure the sleet and snow. |
| [02:41.13] | But if my whole life was wrapped and priced, |
| [02:45.28] | I wonder what the tag would show. |
| [02:49.25] | ' Cause every time I' m close to the holy ghost, |
| [02:53.31] | I always seem to let her go. |
| [02:56.42] | I let her go. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Macdonald |
| [04:33.10][00:08.59] | I left my heart in a plastic box |
| [04:40.10][00:15.52] | on the bedside table. |
| [04:44.64][00:19.96] | It will be locked ' til I get home. |
| [00:32.20] | I' ve grown feeble and tired of the world, |
| [00:36.28] | and tired of constantly missing my girl. |
| [00:40.36] | And I long to smell the sea |
| [04:31.73][01:15.18] | |
| [01:28.05] | I miss the Pacific Ocean |
| [01:31.35] | and the northwest air, |
| [01:32.84] | and to run each of my fingers |
| [01:36.04] | through the strands of her hair. |
| [01:38.80] | I' ve been all over this country lately, |
| [01:42.95] | but I' ve been nowhere it seems, nowhere. |
| [01:45.93] | Well, I' ve found the cure |
| [01:47.54] | for my landlocked blues. |
| [01:49.64] | |
| [01:49.89] | It' s coming home to you. |
| [02:23.54] | |
| [02:24.98] | If a simple seed gets just what it needs, |
| [02:29.03] | then a redwood tree can grow |
| [02:32.74] | up to a hundred feet for the world to see, |
| [02:37.06] | and endure the sleet and snow. |
| [02:41.13] | But if my whole life was wrapped and priced, |
| [02:45.28] | I wonder what the tag would show. |
| [02:49.25] | ' Cause every time I' m close to the holy ghost, |
| [02:53.31] | I always seem to let her go. |
| [02:56.42] | I let her go. |