歌曲 | The Strange Well |
歌手 | Jane Siberry |
专辑 | Jane Siberry |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siberry | |
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
They moved in one direction | |
They knew where, when, how, why not | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don't believe | |
My words they're just pebbles under water | |
They rise like flocks of birds | |
They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
And I said these mountains are all-seeing | |
Said the well--you must realize | |
That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
To exist it need not have a human face | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
There are no visions--there are no sounds to hear | |
Oh strange well--does your voice rise and fall | |
When I am away | |
And do your watercolours run like they're doing today | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don't believe |
zuo ci : Siberry | |
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
They moved in one direction | |
They knew where, when, how, why not | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don' t believe | |
My words they' re just pebbles under water | |
They rise like flocks of birds | |
They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
And I said these mountains are allseeing | |
Said the wellyou must realize | |
That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
To exist it need not have a human face | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
There are no visionsthere are no sounds to hear | |
Oh strange welldoes your voice rise and fall | |
When I am away | |
And do your watercolours run like they' re doing today | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don' t believe |
zuò cí : Siberry | |
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
They moved in one direction | |
They knew where, when, how, why not | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don' t believe | |
My words they' re just pebbles under water | |
They rise like flocks of birds | |
They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
And I said these mountains are allseeing | |
Said the wellyou must realize | |
That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
To exist it need not have a human face | |
There is a strange well I go to... | |
And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
There are no visionsthere are no sounds to hear | |
Oh strange welldoes your voice rise and fall | |
When I am away | |
And do your watercolours run like they' re doing today | |
There is a strange well I go to | |
And each time | |
I lean, I look | |
I learn, I leave | |
I go back to town | |
Saying things I don' t believe |