Song | Can't See Why |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Truth Be Told |
作词 : Kinchla, Popper | |
Kiss away the morning hours | |
In need of some restraint | |
While raised to think knowledge is power | |
I've come to learn it ain't' | |
Cause here | |
I go when the hat drops | |
In the lions mouth for more | |
And this time there's no illusion | |
For what I got in store | |
And it comes, and it goes | |
And eventually slows | |
And we lie, and we trade | |
And I guess destiny is made | |
And I can't see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
Well, she knew my name and she came to me | |
And she wanted to spend some time | |
And she looked soft to touch so it's the same you see | |
I just wanted to make her mine | |
So there we are just standing there | |
Trying to figure out why we're there | |
Attempting some connection | |
While we're brave enough to care | |
And we try, and we fail | |
And oh, the sirens how they wail | |
And it's bad, and it's good | |
Does it matter if we should | |
And I can't see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
And I can't see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
And I can't see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say |
zuò cí : Kinchla, Popper | |
Kiss away the morning hours | |
In need of some restraint | |
While raised to think knowledge is power | |
I' ve come to learn it ain' t' | |
Cause here | |
I go when the hat drops | |
In the lions mouth for more | |
And this time there' s no illusion | |
For what I got in store | |
And it comes, and it goes | |
And eventually slows | |
And we lie, and we trade | |
And I guess destiny is made | |
And I can' t see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
Well, she knew my name and she came to me | |
And she wanted to spend some time | |
And she looked soft to touch so it' s the same you see | |
I just wanted to make her mine | |
So there we are just standing there | |
Trying to figure out why we' re there | |
Attempting some connection | |
While we' re brave enough to care | |
And we try, and we fail | |
And oh, the sirens how they wail | |
And it' s bad, and it' s good | |
Does it matter if we should | |
And I can' t see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
And I can' t see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say | |
And I can' t see why | |
But I do it anyway | |
You reap what you sew | |
Oh, so the poets say |