| Song | Too Many Clues in This Room |
| Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
| Album | Summertime Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : WAELTI, ANDREAS | |
| 作词 : Lightfoot | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| There's a tear on the face of the moon | |
| Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there's too many clues in this room | |
| At best it is said we've been locked deep inside | |
| Of an old sea man's chest full of charts | |
| Where maps are contained and what's left of his brains | |
| When his crew threw his balls to the sharks | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history's shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| In a word it is said that at times we must fall | |
| But the worst of it all was the lies | |
| We died for the cause just like regular outlaws | |
| In the dust of an old lawman's eyes | |
| In times best forgot there was peace there was not | |
| In her pains mother earth came to bloom | |
| Her children were born in the eye of the storm | |
| And there's too many clues in this room | |
| The power that is stored in the no man's land of chance | |
| Is the someone who knows what they're doin' | |
| The old soldiers say in they're own crusty way | |
| We've got too many troops in this room | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history's shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| Praise the lord there's a train leavin' soon | |
| From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there's too many clues in this room |
| zuo qu : WAELTI, ANDREAS | |
| zuo ci : Lightfoot | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| There' s a tear on the face of the moon | |
| Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there' s too many clues in this room | |
| At best it is said we' ve been locked deep inside | |
| Of an old sea man' s chest full of charts | |
| Where maps are contained and what' s left of his brains | |
| When his crew threw his balls to the sharks | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history' s shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| In a word it is said that at times we must fall | |
| But the worst of it all was the lies | |
| We died for the cause just like regular outlaws | |
| In the dust of an old lawman' s eyes | |
| In times best forgot there was peace there was not | |
| In her pains mother earth came to bloom | |
| Her children were born in the eye of the storm | |
| And there' s too many clues in this room | |
| The power that is stored in the no man' s land of chance | |
| Is the someone who knows what they' re doin' | |
| The old soldiers say in they' re own crusty way | |
| We' ve got too many troops in this room | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history' s shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| Praise the lord there' s a train leavin' soon | |
| From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there' s too many clues in this room |
| zuò qǔ : WAELTI, ANDREAS | |
| zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| There' s a tear on the face of the moon | |
| Fromdusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there' s too many clues in this room | |
| At best it is said we' ve been locked deep inside | |
| Of an old sea man' s chest full of charts | |
| Where maps are contained and what' s left of his brains | |
| When his crew threw his balls to the sharks | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history' s shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| In a word it is said that at times we must fall | |
| But the worst of it all was the lies | |
| We died for the cause just like regular outlaws | |
| In the dust of an old lawman' s eyes | |
| In times best forgot there was peace there was not | |
| In her pains mother earth came to bloom | |
| Her children were born in the eye of the storm | |
| And there' s too many clues in this room | |
| The power that is stored in the no man' s land of chance | |
| Is the someone who knows what they' re doin' | |
| The old soldiers say in they' re own crusty way | |
| We' ve got too many troops in this room | |
| All around the looking glass | |
| Dancing to a tune | |
| Sweeping out the house with a fine tooth comb | |
| Which history' s shown | |
| Leads to ruin | |
| The space shuttle ends where the subway begins | |
| Praise the lord there' s a train leavin' soon | |
| From dusk until dawn they have searched all day long | |
| But there' s too many clues in this room |