歌曲 | The Crane Takes Flight |
歌手 | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
专辑 | Hearts of Oak |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leo | |
Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
But I've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
But darling, no one's made it half as far | |
And it's so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain't breaking through | |
But don't you let them tell you that you're wrong | |
You're either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
Or spinning like a hurricane, they've not yet used your name | |
And I'm left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
And it's so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain't breaking through | |
But don't you let them tell you that you're wrong | |
Moving around in the space that you've found | |
To be finally fit for you | |
And you're strong at the helm but you're still overwhelmed | |
By all the painting left to do | |
Everything's calm in the half-light of dawn | |
But the morning will bring no peace | |
'Cause you'll never be done with the work you've begun | |
Even in moments of relief | |
Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
And you'll always be far from the things that you are | |
'Cause there's so much that you're not | |
So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
Your map reference against the stars | |
And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
Like your skin and like your scars | |
I told you they've had power all along | |
So don't you let you tell you that you're wrong |
zuo qu : Leo | |
Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
But I' ve known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
But darling, no one' s made it half as far | |
And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain' t breaking through | |
But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
You' re either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
Or spinning like a hurricane, they' ve not yet used your name | |
And I' m left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain' t breaking through | |
But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
Moving around in the space that you' ve found | |
To be finally fit for you | |
And you' re strong at the helm but you' re still overwhelmed | |
By all the painting left to do | |
Everything' s calm in the halflight of dawn | |
But the morning will bring no peace | |
' Cause you' ll never be done with the work you' ve begun | |
Even in moments of relief | |
Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
And you' ll always be far from the things that you are | |
' Cause there' s so much that you' re not | |
So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
Your map reference against the stars | |
And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
Like your skin and like your scars | |
I told you they' ve had power all along | |
So don' t you let you tell you that you' re wrong |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
But I' ve known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
But darling, no one' s made it half as far | |
And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain' t breaking through | |
But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
You' re either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
Or spinning like a hurricane, they' ve not yet used your name | |
And I' m left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
And I know how hard to pursue | |
When you just ain' t breaking through | |
But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
Moving around in the space that you' ve found | |
To be finally fit for you | |
And you' re strong at the helm but you' re still overwhelmed | |
By all the painting left to do | |
Everything' s calm in the halflight of dawn | |
But the morning will bring no peace | |
' Cause you' ll never be done with the work you' ve begun | |
Even in moments of relief | |
Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
And you' ll always be far from the things that you are | |
' Cause there' s so much that you' re not | |
So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
Your map reference against the stars | |
And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
Like your skin and like your scars | |
I told you they' ve had power all along | |
So don' t you let you tell you that you' re wrong |