歌曲 | Which Five Years |
歌手 | Pam Tillis |
专辑 | Thunder & Roses |
作词 : Drew, Wiseman | |
Another birthday, another candle, | |
Sometimes it’s hard to handle | |
The sight of twenty-five | |
Is it me or do the years just fly | |
And all my friends say | |
You don’t look it | |
They smile and tell me | |
I shouldn’t let it get to me | |
Ah, but it gets to me that it gets to me | |
And I know that the cold hard truth these days | |
Is that everybody lies about their age | |
Just four or five years, there’s nothing to it | |
But I’m the one who lived through it. | |
So which five years would | |
I lose Which lessons would | |
I choose to have to learn again | |
I wonder Just to seem a little younger | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not want back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Tell me which five years | |
Now there’s been times when, there were some things | |
If I had a time machine, | |
I’d of done ‘em differently | |
Oh but now | |
I see that | |
I just can’t see | |
What to blame and what to credit | |
There’s just no way you can edit the shadow from the shine | |
You see it’s all so perfectly intertwined | |
And I’ve come to the point where | |
I’ve faced the fact | |
That it all adds up and | |
I won’t subtract | |
Not a single minute, not a single hour | |
If I had the power | |
Which five years would | |
I lose Which lessons would | |
I choose to have to learn again | |
I wonder Just to seem a little younger | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not trade back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Now tell me which five years | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not trade back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Now tell me which five years? |
zuò cí : Drew, Wiseman | |
Another birthday, another candle, | |
Sometimes it' s hard to handle | |
The sight of twentyfive | |
Is it me or do the years just fly | |
And all my friends say | |
You don' t look it | |
They smile and tell me | |
I shouldn' t let it get to me | |
Ah, but it gets to me that it gets to me | |
And I know that the cold hard truth these days | |
Is that everybody lies about their age | |
Just four or five years, there' s nothing to it | |
But I' m the one who lived through it. | |
So which five years would | |
I lose Which lessons would | |
I choose to have to learn again | |
I wonder Just to seem a little younger | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not want back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Tell me which five years | |
Now there' s been times when, there were some things | |
If I had a time machine, | |
I' d of done ' em differently | |
Oh but now | |
I see that | |
I just can' t see | |
What to blame and what to credit | |
There' s just no way you can edit the shadow from the shine | |
You see it' s all so perfectly intertwined | |
And I' ve come to the point where | |
I' ve faced the fact | |
That it all adds up and | |
I won' t subtract | |
Not a single minute, not a single hour | |
If I had the power | |
Which five years would | |
I lose Which lessons would | |
I choose to have to learn again | |
I wonder Just to seem a little younger | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not trade back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Now tell me which five years | |
Which memories, which loves | |
Which friends would | |
I give up | |
And not trade back for | |
All the laughter, all the tears | |
Now tell me which five years? |