| 歌曲 | Further to Fly |
| 歌手 | Paul Simon |
| 专辑 | The Rhythm of the Saints |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Simon | |
| There may come a time | |
| When you'll be tired | |
| As tired as a dream that wants to die | |
| And further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Maybe you will find a love | |
| That you discover accidentally | |
| Who falls against you gently | |
| As a pickpocket | |
| Brushes your thigh | |
| Further to fly | |
| Effortless music from the Cameroons | |
| The spinning darkness of her hair | |
| A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| Sometimes I'll be walking down | |
| The street and I'll be thinking | |
| Am I crazy | |
| Or is this some morbid little lie | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| A recent loss of memory | |
| A shadow in the family | |
| The baby waves bye-bye | |
| I'm trying, I'm flying | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my light | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants soil as soft as summer | |
| And the strength to push like spring | |
| A broken laugh a broken fever | |
| Take it up with the great deceiver | |
| Who looks you in the eye | |
| And says baby don't cry | |
| Further to fly | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my sight | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| The rose of Jericho | |
| Soil as soft as summer | |
| The strength to let you go |
| zuo ci : Simon | |
| There may come a time | |
| When you' ll be tired | |
| As tired as a dream that wants to die | |
| And further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Maybe you will find a love | |
| That you discover accidentally | |
| Who falls against you gently | |
| As a pickpocket | |
| Brushes your thigh | |
| Further to fly | |
| Effortless music from the Cameroons | |
| The spinning darkness of her hair | |
| A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| Sometimes I' ll be walking down | |
| The street and I' ll be thinking | |
| Am I crazy | |
| Or is this some morbid little lie | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| A recent loss of memory | |
| A shadow in the family | |
| The baby waves byebye | |
| I' m trying, I' m flying | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my light | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants soil as soft as summer | |
| And the strength to push like spring | |
| A broken laugh a broken fever | |
| Take it up with the great deceiver | |
| Who looks you in the eye | |
| And says baby don' t cry | |
| Further to fly | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my sight | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| The rose of Jericho | |
| Soil as soft as summer | |
| The strength to let you go |
| zuò cí : Simon | |
| There may come a time | |
| When you' ll be tired | |
| As tired as a dream that wants to die | |
| And further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Maybe you will find a love | |
| That you discover accidentally | |
| Who falls against you gently | |
| As a pickpocket | |
| Brushes your thigh | |
| Further to fly | |
| Effortless music from the Cameroons | |
| The spinning darkness of her hair | |
| A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| Sometimes I' ll be walking down | |
| The street and I' ll be thinking | |
| Am I crazy | |
| Or is this some morbid little lie | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| Further to fly | |
| A recent loss of memory | |
| A shadow in the family | |
| The baby waves byebye | |
| I' m trying, I' m flying | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my light | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| Wants everything | |
| It wants everything | |
| It wants soil as soft as summer | |
| And the strength to push like spring | |
| A broken laugh a broken fever | |
| Take it up with the great deceiver | |
| Who looks you in the eye | |
| And says baby don' t cry | |
| Further to fly | |
| There may come a time | |
| When I will lose you | |
| Lose you as I lose my sight | |
| Days falling backward into velvet night | |
| The open palm of desire | |
| The rose of Jericho | |
| Soil as soft as summer | |
| The strength to let you go |