Song | Looking into You |
Artist | Jackson Browne |
Album | Saturate Before Using |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Browne | |
Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
Around the time i first went on my own | |
When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
And my friends and i were one | |
Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
And the music could be heard at the door | |
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
Asked if i came very far | |
And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
And it left me so warm and so high | |
But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
Are you ready to fly? | |
And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
It's an ocean that will never be filled | |
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
That even love cannot rebuild | |
It's a hotel at best, you're here as a guest | |
You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest | |
Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
That one day the search will be through | |
Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
Looking into you | |
The great song traveler passed through here | |
And he opened my eyes to the view | |
And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
And i asked him what was true | |
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
Now i'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
And the words and the music came through | |
But words and music can never touch the beauty that i've seen | |
Looking into you -- and that's true |
zuo ci : Browne | |
Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
Around the time i first went on my own | |
When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
And my friends and i were one | |
Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
I' ve come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
And the music could be heard at the door | |
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
Asked if i came very far | |
And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
And it left me so warm and so high | |
But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
Are you ready to fly? | |
And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
It' s an ocean that will never be filled | |
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
That even love cannot rebuild | |
It' s a hotel at best, you' re here as a guest | |
You oughta make yourself at home while you' re waiting for the rest | |
Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
That one day the search will be through | |
Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
Looking into you | |
The great song traveler passed through here | |
And he opened my eyes to the view | |
And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
And i asked him what was true | |
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
Now i' m looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
And the words and the music came through | |
But words and music can never touch the beauty that i' ve seen | |
Looking into you and that' s true |
zuò cí : Browne | |
Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
Around the time i first went on my own | |
When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
And my friends and i were one | |
Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
I' ve come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
And the music could be heard at the door | |
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
Asked if i came very far | |
And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
And it left me so warm and so high | |
But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
Are you ready to fly? | |
And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
It' s an ocean that will never be filled | |
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
That even love cannot rebuild | |
It' s a hotel at best, you' re here as a guest | |
You oughta make yourself at home while you' re waiting for the rest | |
Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
That one day the search will be through | |
Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
Looking into you | |
The great song traveler passed through here | |
And he opened my eyes to the view | |
And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
And i asked him what was true | |
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
Now i' m looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
And the words and the music came through | |
But words and music can never touch the beauty that i' ve seen | |
Looking into you and that' s true |