Song | You Reach Me |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Live on the Rocks |
作词 : Blues Traveler | |
Moonlight's in her eyes and | |
I can't see three feet in front of me | |
And its the middle of the day | |
Herculean tasks they come and go so easily | |
When her rods and her cones play | |
White bluely bathed in | |
Elysian fields they run | |
And I don't care what time it is | |
I'd throw my watch away if | |
I could hold the lunar surface | |
With the flicker of light that she witnesses | |
And if I'm reaching you | |
Don't you feel guilty | |
And there's nothing to do | |
And you can only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I'm not sure where you're trying to go | |
All I'm saying is that you reach me | |
Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble | |
Trouble might be what | |
I'm looking for | |
Or surely | |
I'd about-face and on the double | |
But it just doesn't work anymore | |
No longer up to me a compass leads the way | |
Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease | |
Responsible for what the | |
Ouija board might say | |
Although it's my finger that moves the piece | |
And if I'm reaching you | |
Don't you feel guilty | |
And there's nothing to do | |
And you could only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I'm not sure where you're trying to go | |
All I'm saying is that you reach me | |
I lash myself at the helm as my ship sails her reef | |
A violent storm is all around me | |
But before me only calm and welcome waters | |
As if at last she finally found me | |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
And if I'm reaching you | |
Now don't you feel guilty | |
And there's nothing to do | |
And you could only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I'm not sure where you're trying to go | |
All I'm saying is that you reach me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I'm not sure where you're trying to go | |
All I'm saying is that you reach me | |
The wind chimes and you're mine a thousand times | |
Until my rhymes and other crimes have aged like wine | |
You are sublime, so fine | |
You reach me | |
You reach me |
zuò cí : Blues Traveler | |
Moonlight' s in her eyes and | |
I can' t see three feet in front of me | |
And its the middle of the day | |
Herculean tasks they come and go so easily | |
When her rods and her cones play | |
White bluely bathed in | |
Elysian fields they run | |
And I don' t care what time it is | |
I' d throw my watch away if | |
I could hold the lunar surface | |
With the flicker of light that she witnesses | |
And if I' m reaching you | |
Don' t you feel guilty | |
And there' s nothing to do | |
And you can only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I' m not sure where you' re trying to go | |
All I' m saying is that you reach me | |
Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble | |
Trouble might be what | |
I' m looking for | |
Or surely | |
I' d aboutface and on the double | |
But it just doesn' t work anymore | |
No longer up to me a compass leads the way | |
Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease | |
Responsible for what the | |
Ouija board might say | |
Although it' s my finger that moves the piece | |
And if I' m reaching you | |
Don' t you feel guilty | |
And there' s nothing to do | |
And you could only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I' m not sure where you' re trying to go | |
All I' m saying is that you reach me | |
I lash myself at the helm as my ship sails her reef | |
A violent storm is all around me | |
But before me only calm and welcome waters | |
As if at last she finally found me | |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah | |
And if I' m reaching you | |
Now don' t you feel guilty | |
And there' s nothing to do | |
And you could only help me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I' m not sure where you' re trying to go | |
All I' m saying is that you reach me | |
And I may never learn | |
But you can only teach me | |
I' m not sure where you' re trying to go | |
All I' m saying is that you reach me | |
The wind chimes and you' re mine a thousand times | |
Until my rhymes and other crimes have aged like wine | |
You are sublime, so fine | |
You reach me | |
You reach me |