歌曲 | The Wall Song |
歌手 | Crosby & Nash |
专辑 | Graham Nash/David Crosby |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crosby | |
You are walking | |
You've always been walking | |
Stumbling half-blinded | |
And dry as the wind | |
That strafes you and leaves you | |
To lie in the sand | |
And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere | |
This wall that you've been trying to cross for years | |
This fence made of tears | |
No one hears | |
You see a door | |
Ah, such a great open door | |
You know that your eyes tellin' lies | |
Still you chance | |
A shambling run, a ridiculous dance | |
Like a scarecrow that's hung up to dry on a fencepole | |
And there's a place like vacuum waiting inside you | |
For you to get through | |
To the blue | |
You scent the water | |
Fresh green grass, food and water | |
Your breath is scraping your brain into dust | |
Your rusty old engine is ready to bust | |
You cannot believe it that they would not trust you | |
The door is wavering | |
Is that your eyes? | |
Are they still telling lies? | |
What are lies? |
zuo ci : Crosby | |
You are walking | |
You' ve always been walking | |
Stumbling halfblinded | |
And dry as the wind | |
That strafes you and leaves you | |
To lie in the sand | |
And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere | |
This wall that you' ve been trying to cross for years | |
This fence made of tears | |
No one hears | |
You see a door | |
Ah, such a great open door | |
You know that your eyes tellin' lies | |
Still you chance | |
A shambling run, a ridiculous dance | |
Like a scarecrow that' s hung up to dry on a fencepole | |
And there' s a place like vacuum waiting inside you | |
For you to get through | |
To the blue | |
You scent the water | |
Fresh green grass, food and water | |
Your breath is scraping your brain into dust | |
Your rusty old engine is ready to bust | |
You cannot believe it that they would not trust you | |
The door is wavering | |
Is that your eyes? | |
Are they still telling lies? | |
What are lies? |
zuò cí : Crosby | |
You are walking | |
You' ve always been walking | |
Stumbling halfblinded | |
And dry as the wind | |
That strafes you and leaves you | |
To lie in the sand | |
And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere | |
This wall that you' ve been trying to cross for years | |
This fence made of tears | |
No one hears | |
You see a door | |
Ah, such a great open door | |
You know that your eyes tellin' lies | |
Still you chance | |
A shambling run, a ridiculous dance | |
Like a scarecrow that' s hung up to dry on a fencepole | |
And there' s a place like vacuum waiting inside you | |
For you to get through | |
To the blue | |
You scent the water | |
Fresh green grass, food and water | |
Your breath is scraping your brain into dust | |
Your rusty old engine is ready to bust | |
You cannot believe it that they would not trust you | |
The door is wavering | |
Is that your eyes? | |
Are they still telling lies? | |
What are lies? |