Attics of My Life Lyrics
| Song | Attics of My Life |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Road Trips, Vol. 3, No. 3: Fillmore East 5-15-70 |
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| 作曲 : Jerry Garcia | |
| 作词 : Robert Hunter | |
| In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. | |
| Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. | |
| When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. | |
| I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. | |
| Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. | |
| When there was no strings to play, you played to me. | |
| In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. | |
| Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. | |
| When i had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. | |
| In the secret space of dreams, where i dreaming lay amazed. | |
| When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. | |
| When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me. |
| zuo qu : Jerry Garcia | |
| zuo ci : Robert Hunter | |
| In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. | |
| Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. | |
| When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. | |
| I have spent my life seeking all that' s still unsung. | |
| Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. | |
| When there was no strings to play, you played to me. | |
| In the book of love' s own dream, where all the print is blood. | |
| Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. | |
| When i had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. | |
| In the secret space of dreams, where i dreaming lay amazed. | |
| When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. | |
| When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me. |
| zuò qǔ : Jerry Garcia | |
| zuò cí : Robert Hunter | |
| In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. | |
| Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. | |
| When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. | |
| I have spent my life seeking all that' s still unsung. | |
| Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. | |
| When there was no strings to play, you played to me. | |
| In the book of love' s own dream, where all the print is blood. | |
| Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. | |
| When i had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. | |
| In the secret space of dreams, where i dreaming lay amazed. | |
| When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. | |
| When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me. |
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