Smokescreen

Smokescreen 歌词

歌曲 Smokescreen
歌手 Flying Blind
专辑 American Pie 2
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[ti:10]
[00:02.820]00:00.97] Passage 10.Rush
[00:03.450]00:04.04] Swallows may have gone,but there is a time of return;
[00:08.880]00:10.27] willow trees may have died back,but there is a time of regreening;
[00:14.430]00:15.30] peach blossoms may have fallen,but they will bloom again.
[00:20.170]00:19.79] Now,you the wise,tell me,why should our days leave us,never to return?
[00:26.350]00:27.23] If they had been stolen by someone,who could it be?
[00:30.780]00:31.39] Where could he hide them?
[00:32.960]00:33.46] If they had made the escape themselves,then where could they stay at the moment?
[00:38.390]00:39.70] I don ’t know how many days I have been given to spend,
[00:43.320]00:44.52] but I do feel my hands are getting empty.
[00:46.130]00:47.91] Taking stock silently,I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.
[00:55.120]00:55.67] Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,
[01:00.730]01:02.02] my days are dripping into the stream of time,soundless,traceless.
[01:05.600]01:08.15] Already sweat is starting on my forehead,and tears welling up in my eyes.
[01:13.90]01:14.49] Those that have gone have gone for good,those to come keep coming;
[01:19.700]01:20.73] yet in between,how fast is the shift,in such a rush?
[01:25.440]01:26.42] When I get up in the morning,
[01:29.250]01:28.83] the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.
[01:36.560]01:35.72] The sun has feet,look,he is treading on,lightly and furtively;
[01:42.730]01:42.07] and I am caught,blankly,in his revolution.
[01:46.290]01:45.67] Thus —the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,
[01:51.530]01:51.59] wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,
[01:55.400]01:54.87] and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence.
[01:58.510]02:01.21] I can feel his haste now,so I reach out my hands to hold him back,
[02:03.820]02:07.34] but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands.
[02:09.120]02:11.17] In the evening,as I lie in bed,he strides over my body,glides past my feet,in his agile way.
[02:16.920]02:20.03] The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,one whole day has gone.
[02:26.840]02:27.58] I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.
[02:31.590]02:32.17] But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
[02:36.460]02:37.21] What can I do,in this bustling world,with my days flying in their escape?
[02:42.320]02:43.77] Nothing but to hesitate,to rush.
[02:47.690]02:47.49] What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating?
[02:51.990]02:53.73] Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,
[02:57.980]02:59.09] or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.
[03:01.230]03:02.60] What traces have I left behind me?
[03:04.790]03:06.10] Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?
[03:09.400]03:10.25] I have come to the world,stark naked;
[03:12.960]03:13.97] am I to go back,in a blink,in the same stark nakedness?
[03:17.700]03:19.11] It is not fair though:
[03:20.760]03:21.20] why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
[03:23.880]03:24.80] You the wise,tell me,
[03:26.250]03:26.77] why should our days leave us,never to return?
ti: 10
[00:02.820]00:00.97] Passage 10. Rush
[00:03.450]00:04.04] Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return
[00:08.880]00:10.27] willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening
[00:14.430]00:15.30] peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again.
[00:20.170]00:19.79] Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
[00:26.350]00:27.23] If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?
[00:30.780]00:31.39] Where could he hide them?
[00:32.960]00:33.46] If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
[00:38.390]00:39.70] I don ' t know how many days I have been given to spend,
[00:43.320]00:44.52] but I do feel my hands are getting empty.
[00:46.130]00:47.91] Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.
[00:55.120]00:55.67] Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,
[01:00.730]01:02.02] my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless.
[01:05.600]01:08.15] Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
[01:13.90]01:14.49] Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming
[01:19.700]01:20.73] yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?
[01:25.440]01:26.42] When I get up in the morning,
[01:29.250]01:28.83] the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.
[01:36.560]01:35.72] The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively
[01:42.730]01:42.07] and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution.
[01:46.290]01:45.67] Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,
[01:51.530]01:51.59] wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,
[01:55.400]01:54.87] and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as reflect in silence.
[01:58.510]02:01.21] I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back,
[02:03.820]02:07.34] but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands.
[02:09.120]02:11.17] In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way.
[02:16.920]02:20.03] The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone.
[02:26.840]02:27.58] I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.
[02:31.590]02:32.17] But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
[02:36.460]02:37.21] What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape?
[02:42.320]02:43.77] Nothing but to hesitate, to rush.
[02:47.690]02:47.49] What have I been doing in that eightthousandday rush, apart from hesitating?
[02:51.990]02:53.73] Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,
[02:57.980]02:59.09] or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.
[03:01.230]03:02.60] What traces have I left behind me?
[03:04.790]03:06.10] Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?
[03:09.400]03:10.25] I have come to the world, stark naked
[03:12.960]03:13.97] am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness?
[03:17.700]03:19.11] It is not fair though:
[03:20.760]03:21.20] why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
[03:23.880]03:24.80] You the wise, tell me,
[03:26.250]03:26.77] why should our days leave us, never to return?
ti: 10
[00:02.820]00:00.97] Passage 10. Rush
[00:03.450]00:04.04] Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return
[00:08.880]00:10.27] willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening
[00:14.430]00:15.30] peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again.
[00:20.170]00:19.79] Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
[00:26.350]00:27.23] If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?
[00:30.780]00:31.39] Where could he hide them?
[00:32.960]00:33.46] If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
[00:38.390]00:39.70] I don ' t know how many days I have been given to spend,
[00:43.320]00:44.52] but I do feel my hands are getting empty.
[00:46.130]00:47.91] Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.
[00:55.120]00:55.67] Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,
[01:00.730]01:02.02] my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless.
[01:05.600]01:08.15] Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.
[01:13.90]01:14.49] Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming
[01:19.700]01:20.73] yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?
[01:25.440]01:26.42] When I get up in the morning,
[01:29.250]01:28.83] the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.
[01:36.560]01:35.72] The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively
[01:42.730]01:42.07] and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution.
[01:46.290]01:45.67] Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,
[01:51.530]01:51.59] wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,
[01:55.400]01:54.87] and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as reflect in silence.
[01:58.510]02:01.21] I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back,
[02:03.820]02:07.34] but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands.
[02:09.120]02:11.17] In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way.
[02:16.920]02:20.03] The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone.
[02:26.840]02:27.58] I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.
[02:31.590]02:32.17] But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
[02:36.460]02:37.21] What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape?
[02:42.320]02:43.77] Nothing but to hesitate, to rush.
[02:47.690]02:47.49] What have I been doing in that eightthousandday rush, apart from hesitating?
[02:51.990]02:53.73] Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,
[02:57.980]02:59.09] or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.
[03:01.230]03:02.60] What traces have I left behind me?
[03:04.790]03:06.10] Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?
[03:09.400]03:10.25] I have come to the world, stark naked
[03:12.960]03:13.97] am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness?
[03:17.700]03:19.11] It is not fair though:
[03:20.760]03:21.20] why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
[03:23.880]03:24.80] You the wise, tell me,
[03:26.250]03:26.77] why should our days leave us, never to return?
Smokescreen 歌词
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