| Song | Wait For Sleep |
| Artist | Dream Theater |
| Album | Acoustic at the Electric Factory |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Moore |
| [00:01.08] | Wait For Sleep |
| [00:02.99] | Dream Theater |
| [00:04.63] | Images and Words |
| [00:06.80] | |
| [00:08.60] | Images: Kevin Moore |
| [00:10.40] | Words: Kevin Moore |
| [00:12.12] | |
| [00:16.11] | Standing by the window |
| [00:19.60] | Eyes upon the moon |
| [00:23.55] | Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon |
| [00:29.84] | |
| [00:30.47] | She shuts the doors and lights |
| [00:32.02] | And lays her body on the bed |
| [00:34.72] | Where images and words are running deep |
| [00:39.05] | She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head |
| [00:43.29] | So quietly she lays and waits for sleep |
| [00:46.01] | |
| [00:53.88] | She stares at the ceiling |
| [00:55.64] | And tries not to think |
| [01:02.45] | And pictures the chains |
| [01:04.18] | She's been trying to link again |
| [01:07.92] | But the feeling is gone |
| [01:10.13] | |
| [01:10.39] | And water can't cover her memory |
| [01:14.40] | And ashes can't answer her pain |
| [01:18.58] | God give me the power to take breath from a breeze |
| [01:22.78] | And call life from a cold metal frame |
| [01:26.00] | |
| [01:31.05] | In with the ashes |
| [01:34.15] | Or up with the smoke from the fire |
| [01:39.24] | With wings up in heaven |
| [01:42.44] | Or here, lying in bed |
| [01:47.17] | Palm of her hand to my head |
| [01:51.45] | Now and forever curled |
| [01:55.75] | In my heart and the heart of the world |
| [02:01.51] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Moore |
| [00:01.08] | Wait For Sleep |
| [00:02.99] | Dream Theater |
| [00:04.63] | Images and Words |
| [00:06.80] | |
| [00:08.60] | Images: Kevin Moore |
| [00:10.40] | Words: Kevin Moore |
| [00:12.12] | |
| [00:16.11] | Standing by the window |
| [00:19.60] | Eyes upon the moon |
| [00:23.55] | Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon |
| [00:29.84] | |
| [00:30.47] | She shuts the doors and lights |
| [00:32.02] | And lays her body on the bed |
| [00:34.72] | Where images and words are running deep |
| [00:39.05] | She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head |
| [00:43.29] | So quietly she lays and waits for sleep |
| [00:46.01] | |
| [00:53.88] | She stares at the ceiling |
| [00:55.64] | And tries not to think |
| [01:02.45] | And pictures the chains |
| [01:04.18] | She' s been trying to link again |
| [01:07.92] | But the feeling is gone |
| [01:10.13] | |
| [01:10.39] | And water can' t cover her memory |
| [01:14.40] | And ashes can' t answer her pain |
| [01:18.58] | God give me the power to take breath from a breeze |
| [01:22.78] | And call life from a cold metal frame |
| [01:26.00] | |
| [01:31.05] | In with the ashes |
| [01:34.15] | Or up with the smoke from the fire |
| [01:39.24] | With wings up in heaven |
| [01:42.44] | Or here, lying in bed |
| [01:47.17] | Palm of her hand to my head |
| [01:51.45] | Now and forever curled |
| [01:55.75] | In my heart and the heart of the world |
| [02:01.51] |