| 歌曲 | Pacing the Cage |
| 歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
| 专辑 | Beach House on the Moon |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bruce Cockburn Music:Bruce Cockburn | |
| Sunset is an angel weeping | |
| Holding out a bloody sword | |
| No matter how I squint I cannot | |
| Make out what it's pointing toward | |
| Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long | |
| Days drip slowly on the page | |
| And You catch yourself | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| I've proven who I am so many times | |
| The magnetic strip's worn thin | |
| And each time I was someone else | |
| And everyone was taken in | |
| Powers chatter in high places | |
| Stir up eddies in the dust of rage | |
| Set me to pacing the cage | |
| I never knew what you all wanted | |
| So I gave you everything | |
| All that I could pillage | |
| All the spells that I could sing | |
| It's as if the thing were written | |
| In the constitution of the age | |
| Sooner or later you'll wind up | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Sometimes the best map will not guide you | |
| You can't see what's round the bend | |
| Sometimes the road leads through dark places | |
| Sometimes the darkness is your friend | |
| Today these eyes scan bleached-out land | |
| For the coming of the outbound stage | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Pacing the cage |
| Lyrics: Bruce Cockburn Music: Bruce Cockburn | |
| Sunset is an angel weeping | |
| Holding out a bloody sword | |
| No matter how I squint I cannot | |
| Make out what it' s pointing toward | |
| Sometimes you feel like you' ve lived too long | |
| Days drip slowly on the page | |
| And You catch yourself | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| I' ve proven who I am so many times | |
| The magnetic strip' s worn thin | |
| And each time I was someone else | |
| And everyone was taken in | |
| Powers chatter in high places | |
| Stir up eddies in the dust of rage | |
| Set me to pacing the cage | |
| I never knew what you all wanted | |
| So I gave you everything | |
| All that I could pillage | |
| All the spells that I could sing | |
| It' s as if the thing were written | |
| In the constitution of the age | |
| Sooner or later you' ll wind up | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Sometimes the best map will not guide you | |
| You can' t see what' s round the bend | |
| Sometimes the road leads through dark places | |
| Sometimes the darkness is your friend | |
| Today these eyes scan bleachedout land | |
| For the coming of the outbound stage | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Pacing the cage |
| Lyrics: Bruce Cockburn Music: Bruce Cockburn | |
| Sunset is an angel weeping | |
| Holding out a bloody sword | |
| No matter how I squint I cannot | |
| Make out what it' s pointing toward | |
| Sometimes you feel like you' ve lived too long | |
| Days drip slowly on the page | |
| And You catch yourself | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| I' ve proven who I am so many times | |
| The magnetic strip' s worn thin | |
| And each time I was someone else | |
| And everyone was taken in | |
| Powers chatter in high places | |
| Stir up eddies in the dust of rage | |
| Set me to pacing the cage | |
| I never knew what you all wanted | |
| So I gave you everything | |
| All that I could pillage | |
| All the spells that I could sing | |
| It' s as if the thing were written | |
| In the constitution of the age | |
| Sooner or later you' ll wind up | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Sometimes the best map will not guide you | |
| You can' t see what' s round the bend | |
| Sometimes the road leads through dark places | |
| Sometimes the darkness is your friend | |
| Today these eyes scan bleachedout land | |
| For the coming of the outbound stage | |
| Pacing the cage | |
| Pacing the cage |