歌曲 | More Than We Imagine |
歌手 | Michael Nesmith |
专辑 | From a Radio Engine to the Photon Wing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Nesmith | |
More than we imagine | |
Gently step by step | |
The gaze upon the heavens | |
Stretches far above the test | |
Of groping mortal senses | |
And their self-inflicted wounds | |
More than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
And unfolding endless rows | |
Harmony's sweet blossom | |
And the glint of joy's bright tune | |
Imagination's empty | |
It's bereft of what's in store | |
Beyond its meager boundaries | |
Available to all | |
For in Mind is no confinement | |
To reverie's light play | |
Conceptions are unlimited | |
They are reflections of the way | |
Pure consciousness provides for us | |
Ideas that light our day | |
And more than we ever can imagine | |
Life extends beyond our dreams | |
It spreads out its lasting promises | |
And shelters with its wing | |
It strikes down ignorance and want | |
It lifts the drooping heart | |
Love guides us back to where we are | |
Establishing our worth | |
As more than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown |
zuo ci : Nesmith | |
More than we imagine | |
Gently step by step | |
The gaze upon the heavens | |
Stretches far above the test | |
Of groping mortal senses | |
And their selfinflicted wounds | |
More than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
And unfolding endless rows | |
Harmony' s sweet blossom | |
And the glint of joy' s bright tune | |
Imagination' s empty | |
It' s bereft of what' s in store | |
Beyond its meager boundaries | |
Available to all | |
For in Mind is no confinement | |
To reverie' s light play | |
Conceptions are unlimited | |
They are reflections of the way | |
Pure consciousness provides for us | |
Ideas that light our day | |
And more than we ever can imagine | |
Life extends beyond our dreams | |
It spreads out its lasting promises | |
And shelters with its wing | |
It strikes down ignorance and want | |
It lifts the drooping heart | |
Love guides us back to where we are | |
Establishing our worth | |
As more than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown |
zuò cí : Nesmith | |
More than we imagine | |
Gently step by step | |
The gaze upon the heavens | |
Stretches far above the test | |
Of groping mortal senses | |
And their selfinflicted wounds | |
More than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
And unfolding endless rows | |
Harmony' s sweet blossom | |
And the glint of joy' s bright tune | |
Imagination' s empty | |
It' s bereft of what' s in store | |
Beyond its meager boundaries | |
Available to all | |
For in Mind is no confinement | |
To reverie' s light play | |
Conceptions are unlimited | |
They are reflections of the way | |
Pure consciousness provides for us | |
Ideas that light our day | |
And more than we ever can imagine | |
Life extends beyond our dreams | |
It spreads out its lasting promises | |
And shelters with its wing | |
It strikes down ignorance and want | |
It lifts the drooping heart | |
Love guides us back to where we are | |
Establishing our worth | |
As more than we imagine | |
More than we even know | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown | |
The fields are white with harvest | |
The triumph has been shown |