歌曲 | Unfinished Life |
歌手 | Kate Wolf |
专辑 | Close to You |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It's an unfinished life that I find lies before me | |
An open-ended dream and I don't want to wake | |
I've crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains | |
I've found the truest paths always lead through mountains | |
I've seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake. | |
You said to me, "I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. | |
It's a journey with my soul that I am taking. | |
One that only goes from the cradle to the grave. | |
Going 'round in circles like painted dancing horses | |
Up and down we ride on the wooden courses. | |
And light from a lover's eyes is all that I can save. | |
You said to me, "I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. ” | |
So I'll take the day and run out across the open fields | |
Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall | |
Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air | |
So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair | |
And takes the rising dust and carries it away. | |
You said to me, "I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. |
It' s an unfinished life that I find lies before me | |
An openended dream and I don' t want to wake | |
I' ve crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains | |
I' ve found the truest paths always lead through mountains | |
I' ve seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. | |
It' s a journey with my soul that I am taking. | |
One that only goes from the cradle to the grave. | |
Going ' round in circles like painted dancing horses | |
Up and down we ride on the wooden courses. | |
And light from a lover' s eyes is all that I can save. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. " | |
So I' ll take the day and run out across the open fields | |
Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall | |
Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air | |
So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair | |
And takes the rising dust and carries it away. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. |
It' s an unfinished life that I find lies before me | |
An openended dream and I don' t want to wake | |
I' ve crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains | |
I' ve found the truest paths always lead through mountains | |
I' ve seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. | |
It' s a journey with my soul that I am taking. | |
One that only goes from the cradle to the grave. | |
Going ' round in circles like painted dancing horses | |
Up and down we ride on the wooden courses. | |
And light from a lover' s eyes is all that I can save. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. " | |
So I' ll take the day and run out across the open fields | |
Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall | |
Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air | |
So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair | |
And takes the rising dust and carries it away. | |
You said to me, " I cannot make you happy. | |
Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly. | |
Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow | |
But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try. |