歌曲 | Heart In Pieces |
歌手 | Chicago |
专辑 | Chicago 19 |
作词 : Feehan, MacLeod | |
Only you can touch me with your dark eyes | |
With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night. | |
Sometimes I run, but I can never hide | |
From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky. | |
[Chorus:] | |
When you hear the thunder, | |
When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down, | |
It's just my heart in pieces. | |
When I feel the hunger, | |
When I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, | |
It's my heart in pieces. | |
No one cuts through my soul like you can. | |
I'm naked to the bone beside your empty hand. | |
I see your face and I remember. | |
I'm a prisoner of your fate, | |
I'm a loser in the race. | |
When you hear the thunder, | |
When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down, | |
It's just my heart in pieces. | |
When I feel the hunger, | |
When I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, | |
It's my heart in pieces. | |
I walk the fine line | |
Between fire and the ice. | |
The memory lives on. | |
There's always something to remind me. | |
Every teardrop falling | |
When your voice keeps calling. | |
[Chorus repeats until fade.] |
zuò cí : Feehan, MacLeod | |
Only you can touch me with your dark eyes | |
With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night. | |
Sometimes I run, but I can never hide | |
From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky. | |
Chorus: | |
When you hear the thunder, | |
When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down, | |
It' s just my heart in pieces. | |
When I feel the hunger, | |
When I' m reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, | |
It' s my heart in pieces. | |
No one cuts through my soul like you can. | |
I' m naked to the bone beside your empty hand. | |
I see your face and I remember. | |
I' m a prisoner of your fate, | |
I' m a loser in the race. | |
When you hear the thunder, | |
When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down, | |
It' s just my heart in pieces. | |
When I feel the hunger, | |
When I' m reaching out with a hundred thousand hands, | |
It' s my heart in pieces. | |
I walk the fine line | |
Between fire and the ice. | |
The memory lives on. | |
There' s always something to remind me. | |
Every teardrop falling | |
When your voice keeps calling. | |
Chorus repeats until fade. |