| Song | Too Much to Lose (Chapter Seven) |
| Artist | Saga |
| Album | Silent Knight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crichton, J.Gilmour, Sadler | |
| He woke up in a sweat | |
| With a fading dream | |
| But one picture still stood clear | |
| And he wasn't sure if he could see it any other way | |
| They're like a tiny dot | |
| On an endless page | |
| Just waiting to be erased | |
| And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game | |
| Chorus | |
| You've got too much to lose | |
| You've got too much to lose | |
| He looked out on the field | |
| They were hard at work | |
| Like locusts in flight | |
| And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do | |
| The sound of metal being shaped | |
| To enable its flight | |
| Not that far away | |
| And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Crichton, J. Gilmour, Sadler | |
| He woke up in a sweat | |
| With a fading dream | |
| But one picture still stood clear | |
| And he wasn' t sure if he could see it any other way | |
| They' re like a tiny dot | |
| On an endless page | |
| Just waiting to be erased | |
| And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game | |
| Chorus | |
| You' ve got too much to lose | |
| You' ve got too much to lose | |
| He looked out on the field | |
| They were hard at work | |
| Like locusts in flight | |
| And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do | |
| The sound of metal being shaped | |
| To enable its flight | |
| Not that far away | |
| And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Crichton, J. Gilmour, Sadler | |
| He woke up in a sweat | |
| With a fading dream | |
| But one picture still stood clear | |
| And he wasn' t sure if he could see it any other way | |
| They' re like a tiny dot | |
| On an endless page | |
| Just waiting to be erased | |
| And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game | |
| Chorus | |
| You' ve got too much to lose | |
| You' ve got too much to lose | |
| He looked out on the field | |
| They were hard at work | |
| Like locusts in flight | |
| And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do | |
| The sound of metal being shaped | |
| To enable its flight | |
| Not that far away | |
| And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view | |
| Chorus |