作曲 : Dreijer & Dreijer Andersson (S | |
作词 : Dreijer & Dreijer Andersson (S | |
An intersection of the plain | |
by the bank of some great stream | |
the animal carcasses | |
and skeletons would be | |
entombed | |
Tomorrow in a year | |
tomorrow in a million years | |
Ages resting in | |
the rings of a tree. | |
Fossils in lay in slate | |
marking the old forest’s edge | |
I’ve stood on a mountain | |
dividing three regions. | |
Then it was just a pebble | |
that I held inside my hand | |
In between each flap | |
of a butterfly’s wings, | |
countless changes | |
that have gone on unnoticed | |
A cricket rubs it’s forewings | |
together and I am forced | |
to think of the time that it’s taken | |
to build | |
Mountains fossils | |
Larva lava |
zuo qu : Dreijer Dreijer Andersson S | |
zuo ci : Dreijer Dreijer Andersson S | |
An intersection of the plain | |
by the bank of some great stream | |
the animal carcasses | |
and skeletons would be | |
entombed | |
Tomorrow in a year | |
tomorrow in a million years | |
Ages resting in | |
the rings of a tree. | |
Fossils in lay in slate | |
marking the old forest' s edge | |
I' ve stood on a mountain | |
dividing three regions. | |
Then it was just a pebble | |
that I held inside my hand | |
In between each flap | |
of a butterfly' s wings, | |
countless changes | |
that have gone on unnoticed | |
A cricket rubs it' s forewings | |
together and I am forced | |
to think of the time that it' s taken | |
to build | |
Mountains fossils | |
Larva lava |
zuò qǔ : Dreijer Dreijer Andersson S | |
zuò cí : Dreijer Dreijer Andersson S | |
An intersection of the plain | |
by the bank of some great stream | |
the animal carcasses | |
and skeletons would be | |
entombed | |
Tomorrow in a year | |
tomorrow in a million years | |
Ages resting in | |
the rings of a tree. | |
Fossils in lay in slate | |
marking the old forest' s edge | |
I' ve stood on a mountain | |
dividing three regions. | |
Then it was just a pebble | |
that I held inside my hand | |
In between each flap | |
of a butterfly' s wings, | |
countless changes | |
that have gone on unnoticed | |
A cricket rubs it' s forewings | |
together and I am forced | |
to think of the time that it' s taken | |
to build | |
Mountains fossils | |
Larva lava |