| Song | Nothing Will Change |
| Artist | Christopher Cross |
| Album | Rendezvous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cross, Meurer | |
| The boys find a home in a family born of hate | |
| The girls plant desperate love | |
| In a womb that just won't wait | |
| Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart | |
| Through a twisted fate | |
| As walls come down and spirits rise | |
| The business of fear never dies | |
| The artful dodgers with their false alarms | |
| Take from the mouths to feed the arms | |
| Pit god against god for a piece of land | |
| They think they hear his words but they don't understand | |
| Like a river lost on its way to the sea | |
| Where is humanity | |
| I know that nothing will change ' | |
| Til it changes in me ' | |
| Til it changes in you | |
| There's a plague upon the body | |
| A plague upon the mind | |
| While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind > | |
| From the fallen forest to the poison bay | |
| The world is turning | |
| Turning out that way | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Englishman | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Irishman I smell the blood of an | |
| African I smell the blood of | |
| Americans | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Chinaman I smell the blood of an | |
| Indian I smell the blood of | |
| Rumanians | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Latin American | |
| I smell the blood of a million sons | |
| I smell the blood of everyone |
| zuo ci : Cross, Meurer | |
| The boys find a home in a family born of hate | |
| The girls plant desperate love | |
| In a womb that just won' t wait | |
| Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart | |
| Through a twisted fate | |
| As walls come down and spirits rise | |
| The business of fear never dies | |
| The artful dodgers with their false alarms | |
| Take from the mouths to feed the arms | |
| Pit god against god for a piece of land | |
| They think they hear his words but they don' t understand | |
| Like a river lost on its way to the sea | |
| Where is humanity | |
| I know that nothing will change ' | |
| Til it changes in me ' | |
| Til it changes in you | |
| There' s a plague upon the body | |
| A plague upon the mind | |
| While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind | |
| From the fallen forest to the poison bay | |
| The world is turning | |
| Turning out that way | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Englishman | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Irishman I smell the blood of an | |
| African I smell the blood of | |
| Americans | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Chinaman I smell the blood of an | |
| Indian I smell the blood of | |
| Rumanians | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Latin American | |
| I smell the blood of a million sons | |
| I smell the blood of everyone |
| zuò cí : Cross, Meurer | |
| The boys find a home in a family born of hate | |
| The girls plant desperate love | |
| In a womb that just won' t wait | |
| Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart | |
| Through a twisted fate | |
| As walls come down and spirits rise | |
| The business of fear never dies | |
| The artful dodgers with their false alarms | |
| Take from the mouths to feed the arms | |
| Pit god against god for a piece of land | |
| They think they hear his words but they don' t understand | |
| Like a river lost on its way to the sea | |
| Where is humanity | |
| I know that nothing will change ' | |
| Til it changes in me ' | |
| Til it changes in you | |
| There' s a plague upon the body | |
| A plague upon the mind | |
| While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind | |
| From the fallen forest to the poison bay | |
| The world is turning | |
| Turning out that way | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Englishman | |
| Fe fi fo fum | |
| I smell the blood of an | |
| Irishman I smell the blood of an | |
| African I smell the blood of | |
| Americans | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Chinaman I smell the blood of an | |
| Indian I smell the blood of | |
| Rumanians | |
| I smell the blood of a | |
| Latin American | |
| I smell the blood of a million sons | |
| I smell the blood of everyone |