歌曲 | The Man In The Wings |
歌手 | Alison Moyet |
专辑 | The Turn |
作词 : Glenister, Moyet | |
It’s my song and | |
I sing for the man in the wings | |
Is it strange when we never have shared anything? | |
I don’t ache for some tender exchange in the dark | |
That will pass | |
But the purest refrain will haunt us again | |
And he has that with me | |
When I’ve nothing to bring | |
I sing for the man in the wings | |
We won’t speak, he won’t ask me to follow him on | |
And his name if | |
I ever did know it is gone | |
Back to back | |
I can hear his pulse racing with mine | |
Both in time | |
I’ll be waiting for him before | |
I begin each line | |
And he won’t mind | |
That I’ve nothing to bring | |
When I sing for the man in the wings | |
And they tell me he walks alone | |
It is said that he is stone | |
Without knowing the shape of him | |
I am certain they are wrong | |
We’ll meet in a different place | |
Me, the man and the song | |
I don’t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark | |
That will pass | |
But the purest refrain will haunt us again | |
And he has that with me | |
When we’ve nothing to bring | |
I sing for the man in the wings |
zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet | |
It' s my song and | |
I sing for the man in the wings | |
Is it strange when we never have shared anything? | |
I don' t ache for some tender exchange in the dark | |
That will pass | |
But the purest refrain will haunt us again | |
And he has that with me | |
When I' ve nothing to bring | |
I sing for the man in the wings | |
We won' t speak, he won' t ask me to follow him on | |
And his name if | |
I ever did know it is gone | |
Back to back | |
I can hear his pulse racing with mine | |
Both in time | |
I' ll be waiting for him before | |
I begin each line | |
And he won' t mind | |
That I' ve nothing to bring | |
When I sing for the man in the wings | |
And they tell me he walks alone | |
It is said that he is stone | |
Without knowing the shape of him | |
I am certain they are wrong | |
We' ll meet in a different place | |
Me, the man and the song | |
I don' t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark | |
That will pass | |
But the purest refrain will haunt us again | |
And he has that with me | |
When we' ve nothing to bring | |
I sing for the man in the wings |