Song | Changing Opinion |
Artist | Philip Glass |
Album | Songs from Liquid Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Glass, Simon | |
Gradually | |
We became aware | |
Of a hum in the room | |
An electrical hum in the room | |
It went mmmmmm | |
We followed it from | |
Corner to corner | |
We pressed out ears | |
Against the walls | |
We crossed diagonals | |
And put our hands on the floor | |
It went mmmmmm | |
Sometimes it was | |
A murmur | |
Sometimes it was | |
A pulse | |
Sometimes it seemed | |
To disappear | |
But then with a quarter-turn | |
Of the head | |
It would roll around the sofa | |
A nimbus humming cloud | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it's the hum | |
Of a calm refrigerator | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Mmmmmm | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Maybe it's the hum | |
Of our parents' voices | |
Long ago in a soft light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Long ago in a dimmed light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it's the hum | |
Of changing opinion | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Mmmmmm | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Maybe it's the mantra | |
Of the walls and wiring | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm |
zuo qu : Glass, Simon | |
Gradually | |
We became aware | |
Of a hum in the room | |
An electrical hum in the room | |
It went mmmmmm | |
We followed it from | |
Corner to corner | |
We pressed out ears | |
Against the walls | |
We crossed diagonals | |
And put our hands on the floor | |
It went mmmmmm | |
Sometimes it was | |
A murmur | |
Sometimes it was | |
A pulse | |
Sometimes it seemed | |
To disappear | |
But then with a quarterturn | |
Of the head | |
It would roll around the sofa | |
A nimbus humming cloud | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of a calm refrigerator | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Mmmmmm | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of our parents' voices | |
Long ago in a soft light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Long ago in a dimmed light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of changing opinion | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Mmmmmm | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Maybe it' s the mantra | |
Of the walls and wiring | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm |
zuò qǔ : Glass, Simon | |
Gradually | |
We became aware | |
Of a hum in the room | |
An electrical hum in the room | |
It went mmmmmm | |
We followed it from | |
Corner to corner | |
We pressed out ears | |
Against the walls | |
We crossed diagonals | |
And put our hands on the floor | |
It went mmmmmm | |
Sometimes it was | |
A murmur | |
Sometimes it was | |
A pulse | |
Sometimes it seemed | |
To disappear | |
But then with a quarterturn | |
Of the head | |
It would roll around the sofa | |
A nimbus humming cloud | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of a calm refrigerator | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Mmmmmm | |
Cooling on the big night | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of our parents' voices | |
Long ago in a soft light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Long ago in a dimmed light | |
Mmmmmm | |
Maybe it' s the hum | |
Of changing opinion | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Mmmmmm | |
Or a foreign language | |
In prayer | |
Maybe it' s the mantra | |
Of the walls and wiring | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm | |
Deep breathing | |
In soft air | |
Mmmmmm |