歌曲 | Summer, Highland Falls |
歌手 | Billy Joel |
专辑 | Live At Shea Stadium (The Concert) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times | |
But they're the only times I've ever known | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation | |
In cathedrals of our own | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize | |
For we are always what our situations hand us | |
It's either sadness or euphoria | |
So we'll argue and we'll compromise | |
And realize that nothing's ever changed | |
For all our mutual experience | |
Our separate conclusions are the same | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity | |
A reason coexists with our insanity | |
And though we choose between reality and madness | |
It's either sadness or euphoria | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies | |
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives | |
With our respective similarities | |
It's either sadness or euphoria | |
Oh! Oh, oh! |
zuo ci : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times | |
But they' re the only times I' ve ever known | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation | |
In cathedrals of our own | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover' s eyes | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize | |
For we are always what our situations hand us | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
So we' ll argue and we' ll compromise | |
And realize that nothing' s ever changed | |
For all our mutual experience | |
Our separate conclusions are the same | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity | |
A reason coexists with our insanity | |
And though we choose between reality and madness | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don' t fulfill each other' s fantasies | |
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives | |
With our respective similarities | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
Oh! Oh, oh! |
zuò cí : Joel | |
They say that these are not the best of times | |
But they' re the only times I' ve ever known | |
And I believe there is a time for meditation | |
In cathedrals of our own | |
Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover' s eyes | |
And I can only stand apart and sympathize | |
For we are always what our situations hand us | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
So we' ll argue and we' ll compromise | |
And realize that nothing' s ever changed | |
For all our mutual experience | |
Our separate conclusions are the same | |
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity | |
A reason coexists with our insanity | |
And though we choose between reality and madness | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies | |
Perhaps we don' t fulfill each other' s fantasies | |
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives | |
With our respective similarities | |
It' s either sadness or euphoria | |
Oh! Oh, oh! |