| Song | Exiles (live) |
| Artist | King Crimson |
| Album | Night Watch [live] |
| [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] | zuò cí : Cross, Fripp, PalmerJames |
| [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 outoftown |
| [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 |