| Song | Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4 |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Mighty Like A Rose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacManus | |
| I saw a girl who'd found her consolation | |
| She said, | |
| "One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
| Above her head a portrait of her father | |
| The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
| "They've got his bones and everything he owns | |
| I've got his name." | |
| Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
| But in time you'll have to make amends | |
| The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
| As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
| Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
| As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
| We'll I'm the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
| From birds arranged on the high wire | |
| Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
| Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
| I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
| A shadow of regret across a young mother's face | |
| So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
| Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
| I can't believe, I'll never believe | |
| In anything again |
| zuo ci : MacManus | |
| I saw a girl who' d found her consolation | |
| She said, | |
| " One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
| Above her head a portrait of her father | |
| The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
| " They' ve got his bones and everything he owns | |
| I' ve got his name." | |
| Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
| But in time you' ll have to make amends | |
| The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
| As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
| Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
| As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
| We' ll I' m the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
| From birds arranged on the high wire | |
| Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
| Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
| I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
| A shadow of regret across a young mother' s face | |
| So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
| Please don' t let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
| I can' t believe, I' ll never believe | |
| In anything again |
| zuò cí : MacManus | |
| I saw a girl who' d found her consolation | |
| She said, | |
| " One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
| Above her head a portrait of her father | |
| The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
| " They' ve got his bones and everything he owns | |
| I' ve got his name." | |
| Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
| But in time you' ll have to make amends | |
| The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
| As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
| Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
| As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
| We' ll I' m the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
| From birds arranged on the high wire | |
| Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
| Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
| I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
| A shadow of regret across a young mother' s face | |
| So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
| Please don' t let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
| I can' t believe, I' ll never believe | |
| In anything again |