歌曲 | Summer, Highland Falls |
歌手 | Billy Joel |
专辑 | Turnstiles |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times, | |
But they're the only times I've ever known, | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes, | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize. | |
For we are always what our situations hand us... | |
It's either sadness or euphoria. | |
And so we argue and we compromise, | |
and realize that nothing's ever changed, | |
For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same. | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity, | |
Our reason co-exists with our insanity. | |
And though we choose between reality and madness... | |
It's either sadness or euphoria. | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies. | |
And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives, | |
With our respective similarities... | |
It's either sadness or euphoria. |
zuo ci : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times, | |
But they' re the only times I' ve ever known, | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover' s eyes, | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize. | |
For we are always what our situations hand us... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. | |
And so we argue and we compromise, | |
and realize that nothing' s ever changed, | |
For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same. | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity, | |
Our reason coexists with our insanity. | |
And though we choose between reality and madness... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don' t fulfill each other' s fantasies. | |
And so we' ll stand upon the ledges of our lives, | |
With our respective similarities... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. |
zuò cí : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times, | |
But they' re the only times I' ve ever known, | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover' s eyes, | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize. | |
For we are always what our situations hand us... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. | |
And so we argue and we compromise, | |
and realize that nothing' s ever changed, | |
For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same. | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity, | |
Our reason coexists with our insanity. | |
And though we choose between reality and madness... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don' t fulfill each other' s fantasies. | |
And so we' ll stand upon the ledges of our lives, | |
With our respective similarities... | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria. |