| 歌曲 | Till You Caught My Eye |
| 歌手 | Charlie Peacock |
| 专辑 | Lie Down in the Grass |
| 作曲 : Peacock | |
| Father was a teacher of harmony, | |
| Plays the horn like Mr. Beiderbecke, | |
| Looking for his nod, seeking out his favour, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye, | |
| 'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye. | |
| Torn between the chord and the melody, | |
| Tested by the method and the muse, | |
| Looking for my due, guessing where it was, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye, | |
| 'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye. | |
| It started out so innocent, was resting in my confidence, | |
| Knew that I was everything: a man of hats, the king of swing, | |
| Groove was tight, it always clicked, | |
| The snare was popping, the bass had kicked a hole inside my heart that night, | |
| I took a drink and sat upright, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye, | |
| 'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, | |
| 'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye. |
| zuò qǔ : Peacock | |
| Father was a teacher of harmony, | |
| Plays the horn like Mr. Beiderbecke, | |
| Looking for his nod, seeking out his favour, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, ' til you caught my eye, | |
| ' Til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye. | |
| Torn between the chord and the melody, | |
| Tested by the method and the muse, | |
| Looking for my due, guessing where it was, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| None of it was working, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, ' til you caught my eye, | |
| ' Til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye. | |
| It started out so innocent, was resting in my confidence, | |
| Knew that I was everything: a man of hats, the king of swing, | |
| Groove was tight, it always clicked, | |
| The snare was popping, the bass had kicked a hole inside my heart that night, | |
| I took a drink and sat upright, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie, | |
| The world had been selling me a lie. | |
| I was ready to hit the walls again, ' til you caught my eye, | |
| ' Til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye, | |
| ' Til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye, ' til you caught my eye. |