If There Was Love 歌词

歌曲	If There Was Love
歌手	Liza Minnelli
专辑	Results
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	作曲 : Lowe, Tennant
	Men of affairs, women with power
	Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
	Banks of predictions, policies made
	Prophecies broken, violence deranged (deranged, deranged)
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
	indelibly inking, their names across our lives
	Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
	Inspiration nil, slavery ten
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	I've been working for a long time
	Scattering smiles
	Must I swallow my pride?
	There's a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
	As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	"They that have power to hurt and will do none,
	That do not do the thing they most do show,
	Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
	Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow;
	They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
	And husband nature's riches from expense;
	They are the lords and owners of their faces,
	Others but stewards of their excellence.
	The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
	Though to itself it only live and die,
	But if that flower with base infection meet,
	The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
	For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
	Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."
	(W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 94)

	zuo qu : Lowe, Tennant
	Men of affairs, women with power
	Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
	Banks of predictions, policies made
	Prophecies broken, violence deranged deranged, deranged
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
	indelibly inking, their names across our lives
	Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
	Inspiration nil, slavery ten
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	I' ve been working for a long time
	Scattering smiles
	Must I swallow my pride?
	There' s a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
	As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	" They that have power to hurt and will do none,
	That do not do the thing they most do show,
	Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
	Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow
	They rightly do inherit heaven' s graces
	And husband nature' s riches from expense
	They are the lords and owners of their faces,
	Others but stewards of their excellence.
	The summer' s flower is to the summer sweet,
	Though to itself it only live and die,
	But if that flower with base infection meet,
	The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
	For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds
	Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."
	W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 94

	zuò qǔ : Lowe, Tennant
	Men of affairs, women with power
	Satellites talking, to clatter our lives
	Banks of predictions, policies made
	Prophecies broken, violence deranged deranged, deranged
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	Pollsters and planners, incredibly sad
	indelibly inking, their names across our lives
	Individual freedom, intrinsically curbed
	Inspiration nil, slavery ten
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	I' ve been working for a long time
	Scattering smiles
	Must I swallow my pride?
	There' s a hole in the sky, as distant and vast
	As our moral vacuum, and growing as fast
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	And if there was love, would that be enough?
	" They that have power to hurt and will do none,
	That do not do the thing they most do show,
	Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
	Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow
	They rightly do inherit heaven' s graces
	And husband nature' s riches from expense
	They are the lords and owners of their faces,
	Others but stewards of their excellence.
	The summer' s flower is to the summer sweet,
	Though to itself it only live and die,
	But if that flower with base infection meet,
	The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
	For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds
	Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."
	W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 94

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