| 歌曲 | It's Not A Song |
| 歌手 | Amy Grant |
| 专辑 | Straight Ahead |
| 作词 : Buchanan, Chapman | |
| Day turns to night, and I turn into bed. | |
| Can't get to sleep; something's in my head. | |
| Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme. | |
| Why do I fear this time? | |
| It's not a song till it touches your heart. | |
| It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It's not a song. | |
| Now close your eyes; look into your hand. | |
| What do you see? | |
| Life is our song, to give and learn to take. | |
| Time will not wait. | |
| Oh, won't you please come dance, | |
| While the song's still playing, | |
| Won't be long till the silence falls. | |
| It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
| It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It's not a song. | |
| It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
| It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It's not a song. | |
| It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
| It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It's not a song. | |
| It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.) | |
| It's not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what's left of what's right and what's wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It's not a song. |
| zuò cí : Buchanan, Chapman | |
| Day turns to night, and I turn into bed. | |
| Can' t get to sleep something' s in my head. | |
| Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme. | |
| Why do I fear this time? | |
| It' s not a song till it touches your heart. | |
| It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It' s not a song. | |
| Now close your eyes look into your hand. | |
| What do you see? | |
| Life is our song, to give and learn to take. | |
| Time will not wait. | |
| Oh, won' t you please come dance, | |
| While the song' s still playing, | |
| Won' t be long till the silence falls. | |
| It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it touches your heart. It' s not a song. | |
| It' s not a song till it tears you apart. | |
| After what' s left of what' s right and what' s wrong, | |
| Till it gets through to you, | |
| It' s not a song. |