| Song | The Crane Takes Flight |
| Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
| Album | Hearts of Oak |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leo | |
| Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
| But I've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
| Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
| But darling, no one's made it half as far | |
| And it's so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain't breaking through | |
| But don't you let them tell you that you're wrong | |
| You're either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
| As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
| Or spinning like a hurricane, they've not yet used your name | |
| And I'm left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
| And it's so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain't breaking through | |
| But don't you let them tell you that you're wrong | |
| Moving around in the space that you've found | |
| To be finally fit for you | |
| And you're strong at the helm but you're still overwhelmed | |
| By all the painting left to do | |
| Everything's calm in the half-light of dawn | |
| But the morning will bring no peace | |
| 'Cause you'll never be done with the work you've begun | |
| Even in moments of relief | |
| Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
| As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
| And you'll always be far from the things that you are | |
| 'Cause there's so much that you're not | |
| So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
| Your map reference against the stars | |
| And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
| Like your skin and like your scars | |
| I told you they've had power all along | |
| So don't you let you tell you that you're wrong |
| zuo qu : Leo | |
| Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
| But I' ve known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
| Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
| But darling, no one' s made it half as far | |
| And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain' t breaking through | |
| But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
| You' re either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
| As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
| Or spinning like a hurricane, they' ve not yet used your name | |
| And I' m left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
| And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain' t breaking through | |
| But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
| Moving around in the space that you' ve found | |
| To be finally fit for you | |
| And you' re strong at the helm but you' re still overwhelmed | |
| By all the painting left to do | |
| Everything' s calm in the halflight of dawn | |
| But the morning will bring no peace | |
| ' Cause you' ll never be done with the work you' ve begun | |
| Even in moments of relief | |
| Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
| As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
| And you' ll always be far from the things that you are | |
| ' Cause there' s so much that you' re not | |
| So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
| Your map reference against the stars | |
| And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
| Like your skin and like your scars | |
| I told you they' ve had power all along | |
| So don' t you let you tell you that you' re wrong |
| zuò qǔ : Leo | |
| Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need | |
| But I' ve known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are | |
| Always more together than the ones you think are better off | |
| But darling, no one' s made it half as far | |
| And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain' t breaking through | |
| But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
| You' re either thinning like the fog upon a marshy tidal bog | |
| As the crane takes flight and she sings her silent song | |
| Or spinning like a hurricane, they' ve not yet used your name | |
| And I' m left wondering why is it taking so long? | |
| And it' s so hard and I know how hard | |
| And I know how hard to pursue | |
| When you just ain' t breaking through | |
| But don' t you let them tell you that you' re wrong | |
| Moving around in the space that you' ve found | |
| To be finally fit for you | |
| And you' re strong at the helm but you' re still overwhelmed | |
| By all the painting left to do | |
| Everything' s calm in the halflight of dawn | |
| But the morning will bring no peace | |
| ' Cause you' ll never be done with the work you' ve begun | |
| Even in moments of relief | |
| Grappling with time and the mercury line | |
| As the afternoon sun gets hot | |
| And you' ll always be far from the things that you are | |
| ' Cause there' s so much that you' re not | |
| So move it around, check your depth with a sounding | |
| Your map reference against the stars | |
| And your work and your home, like your clothes, are your own | |
| Like your skin and like your scars | |
| I told you they' ve had power all along | |
| So don' t you let you tell you that you' re wrong |