作曲 : Matos | |
Been here for so long | |
On the morrow I'll dare | |
Silent and distant | |
Reaching out, unaware | |
Stealing the whispers | |
From my deepest request | |
And you watch me | |
Waiting for something new | |
My hands, as empty | |
As my body and soul | |
Could keep pretending | |
But in the heart I'd be gone... | |
Still stare at my face | |
But lost seem your eyes | |
Keep hold of the sails | |
Against the blue sky | |
Ooh, I'm intending | |
A way back to the sea | |
This emptiness burns inside | |
And leads on for endless miles | |
Don't let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
It may be much more wide | |
Than what it seems to be | |
Ooh, I'm still searching | |
The way back to be freed | |
The loneliness hangs around us | |
However we can't see | |
Now let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
The waves can't be as high | |
As they pretend to be | |
And now I know | |
In my heart, I won't forget | |
The sails against the blue sky | |
That taught me how to live | |
... with no sorrow | |
And tomorrow we'll share | |
Silence and distance | |
'till our faults are repaired | |
You'll be the mistress | |
Who I'll never forget. |
zuo qu : Matos | |
Been here for so long | |
On the morrow I' ll dare | |
Silent and distant | |
Reaching out, unaware | |
Stealing the whispers | |
From my deepest request | |
And you watch me | |
Waiting for something new | |
My hands, as empty | |
As my body and soul | |
Could keep pretending | |
But in the heart I' d be gone... | |
Still stare at my face | |
But lost seem your eyes | |
Keep hold of the sails | |
Against the blue sky | |
Ooh, I' m intending | |
A way back to the sea | |
This emptiness burns inside | |
And leads on for endless miles | |
Don' t let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
It may be much more wide | |
Than what it seems to be | |
Ooh, I' m still searching | |
The way back to be freed | |
The loneliness hangs around us | |
However we can' t see | |
Now let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
The waves can' t be as high | |
As they pretend to be | |
And now I know | |
In my heart, I won' t forget | |
The sails against the blue sky | |
That taught me how to live | |
... with no sorrow | |
And tomorrow we' ll share | |
Silence and distance | |
' till our faults are repaired | |
You' ll be the mistress | |
Who I' ll never forget. |
zuò qǔ : Matos | |
Been here for so long | |
On the morrow I' ll dare | |
Silent and distant | |
Reaching out, unaware | |
Stealing the whispers | |
From my deepest request | |
And you watch me | |
Waiting for something new | |
My hands, as empty | |
As my body and soul | |
Could keep pretending | |
But in the heart I' d be gone... | |
Still stare at my face | |
But lost seem your eyes | |
Keep hold of the sails | |
Against the blue sky | |
Ooh, I' m intending | |
A way back to the sea | |
This emptiness burns inside | |
And leads on for endless miles | |
Don' t let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
It may be much more wide | |
Than what it seems to be | |
Ooh, I' m still searching | |
The way back to be freed | |
The loneliness hangs around us | |
However we can' t see | |
Now let me go | |
Away across the sea, | |
The waves can' t be as high | |
As they pretend to be | |
And now I know | |
In my heart, I won' t forget | |
The sails against the blue sky | |
That taught me how to live | |
... with no sorrow | |
And tomorrow we' ll share | |
Silence and distance | |
' till our faults are repaired | |
You' ll be the mistress | |
Who I' ll never forget. |