Like She Was a Hammer

	作词 : Henry
	I know she's right behind me now
	without looking back.
	I know she will untie me; how,
	then, will I pay for that?
	And like she was the railroad
	Like she was the lost world
	Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
	Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
	Like she was the only thing holding on to me.
	There is no revolution
	without boots and song.
	Her foot falls like a banner day
	and I will song along.
	Like she was the anvil
	Like she was the fire bell
	Like she was the fever I wear like a crown.
	Like she was the bomb scare
	threatening with heaven,
	Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground.
	She's pretending to be wide awake,
	to be listening to me.
	Promises her love to last at least for now
	without a moment's peace.
	Like she was the tightrope
	Like she was the last hope
	Like she was the Roosevelt's funeral in the street.
	Like she was the wildest voice out of the jungle
	Like she was the only thing calling out to me.
	Like she was the railroad
	Like she was the lost world
	Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
	Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
	Like she was the only thing holding on to me.

	zuò cí : Henry
	I know she' s right behind me now
	without looking back.
	I know she will untie me how,
	then, will I pay for that?
	And like she was the railroad
	Like she was the lost world
	Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
	Like she was the raging flower in the brickyard
	Like she was the only thing holding on to me.
	There is no revolution
	without boots and song.
	Her foot falls like a banner day
	and I will song along.
	Like she was the anvil
	Like she was the fire bell
	Like she was the fever I wear like a crown.
	Like she was the bomb scare
	threatening with heaven,
	Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground.
	She' s pretending to be wide awake,
	to be listening to me.
	Promises her love to last at least for now
	without a moment' s peace.
	Like she was the tightrope
	Like she was the last hope
	Like she was the Roosevelt' s funeral in the street.
	Like she was the wildest voice out of the jungle
	Like she was the only thing calling out to me.
	Like she was the railroad
	Like she was the lost world
	Like she was the big hand turning back the sea.
	Like she was the raging flower in the brickyard
	Like she was the only thing holding on to me.