Song | A Room for Everything |
Artist | 10,000 Maniacs |
Album | Love Among the Ruins |
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作词 : Ten Thousand Maniacs | |
Oooooh... | |
You were looking away from me | |
Western skies calling you | |
Colors spilling, running, dazzling you | |
I was looking the other way | |
Voices call from the East | |
I saw my roots of the trees there, planted at my feet | |
It could be I'm searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait? | |
I wouldn't hold you | |
No, I wouldn't hold you | |
I wouldn't hold you back | |
Suppose I was the clever one | |
And words came easy to me | |
I could say I was writing a song | |
About you, you and me | |
Maybe that verse is yet to be found | |
But waits inside of me | |
A secret room, a tangled web | |
To unweave | |
It could be I'm searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait | |
Knowing our way | |
How can we hold on | |
Still, you know it's not too late | |
I wouldn't hold you | |
No, I wouldn't hold you | |
I wouldn't hold you back | |
I wouldn't hold you | |
No, I wouldn't hold you | |
I wouldn't hold you back | |
I wouldn't hold you | |
No, I wouldn't hold you | |
I wouldn't hold you back | |
I wouldn't hold you | |
No, I wouldn't hold you | |
I wouldn't hold you back |
zuo ci : Ten Thousand Maniacs | |
Oooooh... | |
You were looking away from me | |
Western skies calling you | |
Colors spilling, running, dazzling you | |
I was looking the other way | |
Voices call from the East | |
I saw my roots of the trees there, planted at my feet | |
It could be I' m searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait? | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
Suppose I was the clever one | |
And words came easy to me | |
I could say I was writing a song | |
About you, you and me | |
Maybe that verse is yet to be found | |
But waits inside of me | |
A secret room, a tangled web | |
To unweave | |
It could be I' m searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait | |
Knowing our way | |
How can we hold on | |
Still, you know it' s not too late | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back |
zuò cí : Ten Thousand Maniacs | |
Oooooh... | |
You were looking away from me | |
Western skies calling you | |
Colors spilling, running, dazzling you | |
I was looking the other way | |
Voices call from the East | |
I saw my roots of the trees there, planted at my feet | |
It could be I' m searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait? | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
Suppose I was the clever one | |
And words came easy to me | |
I could say I was writing a song | |
About you, you and me | |
Maybe that verse is yet to be found | |
But waits inside of me | |
A secret room, a tangled web | |
To unweave | |
It could be I' m searching | |
For a place so small | |
With room for everything | |
Where worlds on worlds revolve | |
But how can we wait | |
Knowing our way | |
How can we hold on | |
Still, you know it' s not too late | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back | |
I wouldn' t hold you | |
No, I wouldn' t hold you | |
I wouldn' t hold you back |