| Song | Take A Pebble |
| Artist | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
| Album | Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Lake |
| [00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
| [00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
| [01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
| [01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
| [01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
| [01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
| [02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
| [02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
| [11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat |
| [11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
| [11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
| [11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
| [12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
| [12:20.16] | Of our lives |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Lake |
| [00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
| [00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
| [01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
| [01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
| [01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
| [01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
| [02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
| [02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
| [11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat |
| [11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
| [11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
| [11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
| [12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
| [12:20.16] | Of our lives |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Lake |
| [00:44.06] | Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, |
| [00:54.90] | Then watch the ripples that unfold into me |
| [01:05.28] | My face spills so gently into your eyes |
| [01:15.47] | Disturbing the waters of our lives |
| [01:40.20] | Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass |
| [01:50.72] | Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past |
| [02:01.69] | Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields |
| [02:12.56] | Letters of your memories are not real |
| [11:21.48] | Wear sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat |
| [11:33.09] | In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes |
| [11:44.06] | The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died |
| [11:54.27] | Disturbing the waters of our lives, |
| [12:04.76] | Of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives |
| [12:20.16] | Of our lives |