歌曲 | Slice Of Time |
歌手 | David Crosby |
专辑 | Croz |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife | |
Light fluttering | |
As if between two trains | |
Motordrive frames of life | |
Long blends of days | |
Stream into nights | |
Consciousness barely coping | |
The land going by seems level | |
But really the tracks are | |
Increasingly sloping | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
Pluck out a day | |
A week or an hour | |
Hold it up, hold it up, to the light | |
Freeze the frame | |
Really look at the faces | |
With all of your sight | |
See the eyes | |
Looking at you | |
immerse yourself into that minute | |
my teacher said time is elastic | |
I wonder just what | |
I’ll find in it | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife | |
Light fluttering | |
As if between two trains | |
Motordrive frames of life | |
Long blends of days | |
Stream into nights | |
Consciousness barely coping | |
The land going by seems level | |
But really the tracks are | |
Increasingly sloping | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
Pluck out a day | |
A week or an hour | |
Hold it up, hold it up, to the light | |
Freeze the frame | |
Really look at the faces | |
With all of your sight | |
See the eyes | |
Looking at you | |
immerse yourself into that minute | |
my teacher said time is elastic | |
I wonder just what | |
I' ll find in it | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife | |
Light fluttering | |
As if between two trains | |
Motordrive frames of life | |
Long blends of days | |
Stream into nights | |
Consciousness barely coping | |
The land going by seems level | |
But really the tracks are | |
Increasingly sloping | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
Pluck out a day | |
A week or an hour | |
Hold it up, hold it up, to the light | |
Freeze the frame | |
Really look at the faces | |
With all of your sight | |
See the eyes | |
Looking at you | |
immerse yourself into that minute | |
my teacher said time is elastic | |
I wonder just what | |
I' ll find in it | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Arranged against a blank wall | |
Images, images, images, images | |
Telling the truth to us all | |
A slice of time | |
Curling, peeling | |
Back from the edge of the knife |