Exiles (live) Lyrics

[00:00.000]	作词 : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James
[01:29.788]	Now...in this faraway land
[01:35.900]	Strange...that the palms of my hands
[01:40.790]	Should be damp with expectancy
[02:48.388]	Spring...and the air's turning mild
[02:55.136]	City lights...and the glimpse of a child
[03:00.140]	Of the alleyway infantry
[03:07.327]	Friends...do they know what I mean?
[03:13.332]	Rain...and the gathering green
[03:18.332]	Of an afternoon out-of-town
[03:26.271]	But lord I had to go
[03:29.021]	My trail was laid too slow behind me
[03:33.467]	To face the call of fame
[03:36.717]	Or make a drunkard's name for me
[03:40.968]	But now this better life
[03:44.468]	Has brought a different understanding
[03:48.924]	And through these endless days
[03:52.400]	Shall come a broader sympathy
[03:56.122]	And though I count the hours
[04:00.621]	To be alone's no injury...
[04:04.605]	My home...was a place by the sand
[04:12.355]	Cliffs...and a military band
[04:17.604]	Blew an air of normality

[00:00.000]	zuo ci : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James
[01:29.788]	Now. . . in this faraway land
[01:35.900]	Strange. . . that the palms of my hands
[01:40.790]	Should be damp with expectancy
[02:48.388]	Spring. . . and the air' s turning mild
[02:55.136]	City lights. . . and the glimpse of a child
[03:00.140]	Of the alleyway infantry
[03:07.327]	Friends. . . do they know what I mean?
[03:13.332]	Rain. . . and the gathering green
[03:18.332]	Of an afternoon out-of-town
[03:26.271]	But lord I had to go
[03:29.021]	My trail was laid too slow behind me
[03:33.467]	To face the call of fame
[03:36.717]	Or make a drunkard' s name for me
[03:40.968]	But now this better life
[03:44.468]	Has brought a different understanding
[03:48.924]	And through these endless days
[03:52.400]	Shall come a broader sympathy
[03:56.122]	And though I count the hours
[04:00.621]	To be alone' s no injury. . .
[04:04.605]	My home. . . was a place by the sand
[04:12.355]	Cliffs. . . and a military band
[04:17.604]	Blew an air of normality

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : Cross, Fripp, Palmer-James
[01:29.788]	Now. . . in this faraway land
[01:35.900]	Strange. . . that the palms of my hands
[01:40.790]	Should be damp with expectancy
[02:48.388]	Spring. . . and the air' s turning mild
[02:55.136]	City lights. . . and the glimpse of a child
[03:00.140]	Of the alleyway infantry
[03:07.327]	Friends. . . do they know what I mean?
[03:13.332]	Rain. . . and the gathering green
[03:18.332]	Of an afternoon out-of-town
[03:26.271]	But lord I had to go
[03:29.021]	My trail was laid too slow behind me
[03:33.467]	To face the call of fame
[03:36.717]	Or make a drunkard' s name for me
[03:40.968]	But now this better life
[03:44.468]	Has brought a different understanding
[03:48.924]	And through these endless days
[03:52.400]	Shall come a broader sympathy
[03:56.122]	And though I count the hours
[04:00.621]	To be alone' s no injury. . .
[04:04.605]	My home. . . was a place by the sand
[04:12.355]	Cliffs. . . and a military band
[04:17.604]	Blew an air of normality

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