Song | Nobody's Crying |
Artist | Patty Griffin |
Album | Oberlin College |
作词 : Griffin | |
Well he jumps in the taxi, headed for the sky | |
He's off to slay some demon dragonfly | |
And he looked at me, that long last time | |
Turned away again and I waved goodbye | |
In an envelope, inside his coat | |
Is a chain I wore, around my throat | |
Along with, a note I wrote | |
Said 'I love you but, I don't even know why' | |
But darling, I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
Just have that secret hope | |
sometimes all we do is cope | |
Somewhere on the steepest slope | |
There's an endless rope | |
and nobody's crying. | |
The long night turns into a couple long years | |
Of me walking around and round this trail of tears | |
With the very loud voices of my own tears | |
ringing and ringing in my ears | |
It says that love is long gone | |
Every move I make is all wrong | |
Says you never gave a damn for me | |
For anything, to anyone | |
But darling, I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
I just had this secret hope | |
Though sometimes all we'd do is cope | |
That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
there's an endless rope | |
And nobody's crying. | |
May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed | |
May the voices inside you that fill you with dread | |
Sound like thousands of angels instead | |
Tonight where you might be laying your head | |
I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
I still have this secret hope | |
Though sometimes all I do is cope | |
That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
there's an endless rope | |
And nobody' crying. |
zuò cí : Griffin | |
Well he jumps in the taxi, headed for the sky | |
He' s off to slay some demon dragonfly | |
And he looked at me, that long last time | |
Turned away again and I waved goodbye | |
In an envelope, inside his coat | |
Is a chain I wore, around my throat | |
Along with, a note I wrote | |
Said ' I love you but, I don' t even know why' | |
But darling, I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
Just have that secret hope | |
sometimes all we do is cope | |
Somewhere on the steepest slope | |
There' s an endless rope | |
and nobody' s crying. | |
The long night turns into a couple long years | |
Of me walking around and round this trail of tears | |
With the very loud voices of my own tears | |
ringing and ringing in my ears | |
It says that love is long gone | |
Every move I make is all wrong | |
Says you never gave a damn for me | |
For anything, to anyone | |
But darling, I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
I just had this secret hope | |
Though sometimes all we' d do is cope | |
That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
there' s an endless rope | |
And nobody' s crying. | |
May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed | |
May the voices inside you that fill you with dread | |
Sound like thousands of angels instead | |
Tonight where you might be laying your head | |
I wish you well | |
On your way to the wishing well | |
Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
I still have this secret hope | |
Though sometimes all I do is cope | |
That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
there' s an endless rope | |
And nobody' crying. |