作曲 : Eric You
作词 : Eric You
I’ve heard of such a place
I’ve gathered now some evidence
Where all that is not music is silence
Where the air is made with grace
I’ve known of such a road
Where no tire rolls, 
and no blinking lights
Where the pigeons take slow flights
And I’d let them sing me an ode
Written for thee
I’ve seen the open window
The outside was nothing like the inside
And it almost made me cry
That I’m still bound in the shadow
Pain is just a memory
Tears, just a dream
The air is saturated with
One hope, and for all
Eternity
I’ve heard of such a place
I’ve gathered now some evidence
Where all that is not music is silence
Where the air is made with