| Song | Chain Lightning |
| Artist | Don McLean |
| Album | Chain Lightning |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McLean | |
| Sometimes when | |
| I'm thinkin' that love's not around | |
| My heart begins sinkin', | |
| I don't hear a sound | |
| And the world is in blackness, no light shines on me | |
| I suffer no blindness, no one can | |
| I see Then a flash from the heavens like a loud jagged wire | |
| And the silence is broken, and the night is on fire. [Chorus:] | |
| It's like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who know's where it strikes or ]when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| In the forest | |
| I'm burning, struck down by the blast | |
| The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast. | |
| And those standing nearest can show their concern | |
| But I swear if they touch me that they too will burn. | |
| They fear for their lives for death will soon dwell | |
| In the warmth of your love is the fire of hell. [Chorus:] | |
| It's like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or ]when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| And soon the sparks scatter and wind whips the flame | |
| And love will soon shatter what it cannot tame | |
| And the cycle continues, from life into dust | |
| For I am now in you with the fire of lust. | |
| And I hear the explosion, of thunder and rain, | |
| The water is falling, the ashes remain. [Chorus:] | |
| It's like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or ]when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| The Indian's tell us that the | |
| Phoenix can rise | |
| From the smoldering ashes that once were my eyes | |
| And watch beautiful colours from black and from grey | |
| Be formed into wings and take me away | |
| Where evil is darkness and goodness is light | |
| And love is the lightning that cuts through the night | |
| And strikes only once in a dark place in time | |
| And forms a gold stairway that all of us climb. |
| zuo qu : McLean | |
| Sometimes when | |
| I' m thinkin' that love' s not around | |
| My heart begins sinkin', | |
| I don' t hear a sound | |
| And the world is in blackness, no light shines on me | |
| I suffer no blindness, no one can | |
| I see Then a flash from the heavens like a loud jagged wire | |
| And the silence is broken, and the night is on fire. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who know' s where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| In the forest | |
| I' m burning, struck down by the blast | |
| The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast. | |
| And those standing nearest can show their concern | |
| But I swear if they touch me that they too will burn. | |
| They fear for their lives for death will soon dwell | |
| In the warmth of your love is the fire of hell. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| And soon the sparks scatter and wind whips the flame | |
| And love will soon shatter what it cannot tame | |
| And the cycle continues, from life into dust | |
| For I am now in you with the fire of lust. | |
| And I hear the explosion, of thunder and rain, | |
| The water is falling, the ashes remain. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| The Indian' s tell us that the | |
| Phoenix can rise | |
| From the smoldering ashes that once were my eyes | |
| And watch beautiful colours from black and from grey | |
| Be formed into wings and take me away | |
| Where evil is darkness and goodness is light | |
| And love is the lightning that cuts through the night | |
| And strikes only once in a dark place in time | |
| And forms a gold stairway that all of us climb. |
| zuò qǔ : McLean | |
| Sometimes when | |
| I' m thinkin' that love' s not around | |
| My heart begins sinkin', | |
| I don' t hear a sound | |
| And the world is in blackness, no light shines on me | |
| I suffer no blindness, no one can | |
| I see Then a flash from the heavens like a loud jagged wire | |
| And the silence is broken, and the night is on fire. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who know' s where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| In the forest | |
| I' m burning, struck down by the blast | |
| The fever is churning, and the heat rises fast. | |
| And those standing nearest can show their concern | |
| But I swear if they touch me that they too will burn. | |
| They fear for their lives for death will soon dwell | |
| In the warmth of your love is the fire of hell. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| And soon the sparks scatter and wind whips the flame | |
| And love will soon shatter what it cannot tame | |
| And the cycle continues, from life into dust | |
| For I am now in you with the fire of lust. | |
| And I hear the explosion, of thunder and rain, | |
| The water is falling, the ashes remain. Chorus: | |
| It' s like chain lightning, this love that | |
| I feel. Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit, | |
| How long it will last, or when it will quit. | |
| The Indian' s tell us that the | |
| Phoenix can rise | |
| From the smoldering ashes that once were my eyes | |
| And watch beautiful colours from black and from grey | |
| Be formed into wings and take me away | |
| Where evil is darkness and goodness is light | |
| And love is the lightning that cuts through the night | |
| And strikes only once in a dark place in time | |
| And forms a gold stairway that all of us climb. |