| Song | Astart |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | The Thin Man Sings Ballads |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| Always we're too young to understand | |
| that life is neither cruel nor fair, | |
| at random or well-planned. | |
| So we stride along the shoreline | |
| while our footprints in the sand | |
| are washed away and then | |
| say "Can I begin again?" | |
| But where you come from's who you've been | |
| and try as you may your debts all stay unredeemed | |
| (maybe that's why they seem) | |
| when all history's as distant as your dreams | |
| you close your eyes and count to ten, | |
| say "Can I begin again?" | |
| Every action, every passion, | |
| every rational retraction, every breath a start... | |
| Always we're too young to comprehend, | |
| nobody here will ever know the whole story, | |
| how it ends. | |
| (Our lovers and our friends...) | |
| Holding them closely in the noblest of pretence – | |
| life's just got started when | |
| you find you can't begin again. | |
| (Every action, every passion, | |
| forms a little chain reaction, every breath astart. | |
| Every moment, lost or stolen | |
| forms the story, base or golden: go from where we are.) | |
| Always we're too young to understand... | |
| (Every action, every passion, | |
| forms a little chain reaction, every breath astart.) |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| Always we' re too young to understand | |
| that life is neither cruel nor fair, | |
| at random or wellplanned. | |
| So we stride along the shoreline | |
| while our footprints in the sand | |
| are washed away and then | |
| say " Can I begin again?" | |
| But where you come from' s who you' ve been | |
| and try as you may your debts all stay unredeemed | |
| maybe that' s why they seem | |
| when all history' s as distant as your dreams | |
| you close your eyes and count to ten, | |
| say " Can I begin again?" | |
| Every action, every passion, | |
| every rational retraction, every breath a start... | |
| Always we' re too young to comprehend, | |
| nobody here will ever know the whole story, | |
| how it ends. | |
| Our lovers and our friends... | |
| Holding them closely in the noblest of pretence | |
| life' s just got started when | |
| you find you can' t begin again. | |
| Every action, every passion, | |
| forms a little chain reaction, every breath astart. | |
| Every moment, lost or stolen | |
| forms the story, base or golden: go from where we are. | |
| Always we' re too young to understand... | |
| Every action, every passion, | |
| forms a little chain reaction, every breath astart. |