Heart In Pieces

Song	Heart In Pieces
Artist	Chicago
Album	Chicago 19

Lyrics

	作词 : Feehan, MacLeod
	Only you can touch me with your dark eyes
	With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night.
	Sometimes I run, but I can never hide
	From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky.

	[Chorus:]
	When you hear the thunder,
	When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down,
	It's just my heart in pieces.
	When I feel the hunger,
	When I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
	It's my heart in pieces.

	No one cuts through my soul like you can.
	I'm naked to the bone beside your empty hand.
	I see your face and I remember.
	I'm a prisoner of your fate,
	I'm a loser in the race.

	When you hear the thunder,
	When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down,
	It's just my heart in pieces.
	When I feel the hunger,
	When I'm reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
	It's my heart in pieces.

	I walk the fine line
	Between fire and the ice.
	The memory lives on.
	There's always something to remind me.
	Every teardrop falling
	When your voice keeps calling.

	[Chorus repeats until fade.]

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Feehan, MacLeod
	Only you can touch me with your dark eyes
	With a look that burns like fire through the lonely night.
	Sometimes I run, but I can never hide
	From the pieces of my heart that fall like rain from the sky.

	Chorus:
	When you hear the thunder,
	When you hear the sound of a mountain crashing down,
	It' s just my heart in pieces.
	When I feel the hunger,
	When I' m reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
	It' s my heart in pieces.

	No one cuts through my soul like you can.
	I' m naked to the bone beside your empty hand.
	I see your face and I remember.
	I' m a prisoner of your fate,
	I' m a loser in the race.

	When you hear the thunder,
	When you hear the sounds of a mountain crashing down,
	It' s just my heart in pieces.
	When I feel the hunger,
	When I' m reaching out with a hundred thousand hands,
	It' s my heart in pieces.

	I walk the fine line
	Between fire and the ice.
	The memory lives on.
	There' s always something to remind me.
	Every teardrop falling
	When your voice keeps calling.

	Chorus repeats until fade.