I Could Only Stand By 歌词

[00:00.000]	作词 : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.191]	作曲 : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.382]
[00:16.207]	You could go for hours, months, and days
[00:25.709]	In that half-hearted, pinched kind of way
[00:32.614]	And you don’t get too often to the bruise-coloured lake
[00:39.866]	To stand, hands in your pockets
[00:48.784]	Sometimes you don’t see nothing much there:
[00:56.304]	Sunken old moorings, rusted-out stairs, and white sailboats against the sky
[01:11.002]	Not really knowing what you came there to find
[01:22.058]	Not the building’s concrete spines
[01:29.496]	Not the bitterness you always can divine
[01:35.179]	And pull from your heart like so much twine
[01:43.490]	Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine
[01:51.896]	You got pretty lost there in your own mind
[01:59.112]	Pathways to hallways to doorways blind
[02:07.190]	All through the winter I could only stand by
[02:14.309]	Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble
[02:23.584]	With no guiding line
[02:31.742]	I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind’s cool bite
[02:45.870]	Telling me you’ll never get nothing right
[02:54.360]	Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight –
[03:01.980]	So brief in November, and impossibly bright
[03:08.803]

[00:00.000]	zuo ci : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.191]	zuo qu : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.382]
[00:16.207]	You could go for hours, months, and days
[00:25.709]	In that halfhearted, pinched kind of way
[00:32.614]	And you don' t get too often to the bruisecoloured lake
[00:39.866]	To stand, hands in your pockets
[00:48.784]	Sometimes you don' t see nothing much there:
[00:56.304]	Sunken old moorings, rustedout stairs, and white sailboats against the sky
[01:11.002]	Not really knowing what you came there to find
[01:22.058]	Not the building' s concrete spines
[01:29.496]	Not the bitterness you always can divine
[01:35.179]	And pull from your heart like so much twine
[01:43.490]	Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine
[01:51.896]	You got pretty lost there in your own mind
[01:59.112]	Pathways to hallways to doorways blind
[02:07.190]	All through the winter I could only stand by
[02:14.309]	Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble
[02:23.584]	With no guiding line
[02:31.742]	I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind' s cool bite
[02:45.870]	Telling me you' ll never get nothing right
[02:54.360]	Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight
[03:01.980]	So brief in November, and impossibly bright
[03:08.803]

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.191]	zuò qǔ : Tamara Lindeman
[00:00.382]
[00:16.207]	You could go for hours, months, and days
[00:25.709]	In that halfhearted, pinched kind of way
[00:32.614]	And you don' t get too often to the bruisecoloured lake
[00:39.866]	To stand, hands in your pockets
[00:48.784]	Sometimes you don' t see nothing much there:
[00:56.304]	Sunken old moorings, rustedout stairs, and white sailboats against the sky
[01:11.002]	Not really knowing what you came there to find
[01:22.058]	Not the building' s concrete spines
[01:29.496]	Not the bitterness you always can divine
[01:35.179]	And pull from your heart like so much twine
[01:43.490]	Ravelling, unravelling, ravelling fine
[01:51.896]	You got pretty lost there in your own mind
[01:59.112]	Pathways to hallways to doorways blind
[02:07.190]	All through the winter I could only stand by
[02:14.309]	Watching you wake to the hardest kind of trouble
[02:23.584]	With no guiding line
[02:31.742]	I stood beside you, thin as a kite, wincing in the wind' s cool bite
[02:45.870]	Telling me you' ll never get nothing right
[02:54.360]	Laughing as you said it, in the low sunlight
[03:01.980]	So brief in November, and impossibly bright
[03:08.803]

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