作曲 : Simon Gallup & Robert Smith & Laurence Tolhurst | |
作词 : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
The innocence of sleeping children | |
Dressed in white | |
And slowly dreaming | |
Stops all time | |
Slow my steps and start to blur | |
So many years have filled my heart | |
I never thought I'd say those words | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... | |
The less we show ... | |
The very first time I saw your face | |
I thought of a song | |
And quickly changed the tune | |
The very first time I touched your skin | |
I thought of a story | |
And rushed to reach the end | |
Too soon | |
Oh remember | |
Please | |
Don't change | |
So the fall came | |
Thirteen years | |
A shiny ring | |
And how I could forget your name | |
The air no longer in my throat | |
Another perfect lie is choked | |
But it always feels the same | |
So they close together | |
Dressed in red and yellow | |
Innocent forever | |
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms | |
Still dream | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... |
zuo qu : Simon Gallup Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst | |
zuo ci : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
The innocence of sleeping children | |
Dressed in white | |
And slowly dreaming | |
Stops all time | |
Slow my steps and start to blur | |
So many years have filled my heart | |
I never thought I' d say those words | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... | |
The less we show ... | |
The very first time I saw your face | |
I thought of a song | |
And quickly changed the tune | |
The very first time I touched your skin | |
I thought of a story | |
And rushed to reach the end | |
Too soon | |
Oh remember | |
Please | |
Don' t change | |
So the fall came | |
Thirteen years | |
A shiny ring | |
And how I could forget your name | |
The air no longer in my throat | |
Another perfect lie is choked | |
But it always feels the same | |
So they close together | |
Dressed in red and yellow | |
Innocent forever | |
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms | |
Still dream | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... |
zuò qǔ : Simon Gallup Robert Smith Laurence Tolhurst | |
zuò cí : Gallup, Smith, Tolhurst | |
The innocence of sleeping children | |
Dressed in white | |
And slowly dreaming | |
Stops all time | |
Slow my steps and start to blur | |
So many years have filled my heart | |
I never thought I' d say those words | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... | |
The less we show ... | |
The very first time I saw your face | |
I thought of a song | |
And quickly changed the tune | |
The very first time I touched your skin | |
I thought of a story | |
And rushed to reach the end | |
Too soon | |
Oh remember | |
Please | |
Don' t change | |
So the fall came | |
Thirteen years | |
A shiny ring | |
And how I could forget your name | |
The air no longer in my throat | |
Another perfect lie is choked | |
But it always feels the same | |
So they close together | |
Dressed in red and yellow | |
Innocent forever | |
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms | |
Still dream | |
The further we go | |
And older we grow | |
The more we know ... |