| Song | Lost In Crowds |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Rupi's Dance |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible | |
| to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable. | |
| I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon. | |
| Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence. | |
| At starry parties where, amongst the rich and the famous | |
| I'm stuck for words: or worse, I blether with the best of them. | |
| I see their eyes glaze and they look for the drinks tray. | |
| Something in the drift of my conversation bothers them. | |
| So, who am I? Come on: ask me, I dare you. | |
| So, who am I? Come on: question me, if you care to. | |
| And why not try to interrogate this apparition? | |
| I melt away to get lost in this quaint condition. | |
| In scary airports, in concourses over-filled, | |
| I am detached in serious observation. | |
| As a passenger, I become un-tethered when | |
| I get lost in clouds: at home with my own quiet company. | |
| Herald Tribune or USA Today. Sauvignon Blanc or oaky Chardonnay. | |
| Asleep for the movie. Awake for the dawn | |
| dancing on England and hedgerows | |
| embossed on a carpet of green. I descend and | |
| forgive me I mean to get lost in crowds. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible | |
| to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable. | |
| I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon. | |
| Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence. | |
| At starry parties where, amongst the rich and the famous | |
| I' m stuck for words: or worse, I blether with the best of them. | |
| I see their eyes glaze and they look for the drinks tray. | |
| Something in the drift of my conversation bothers them. | |
| So, who am I? Come on: ask me, I dare you. | |
| So, who am I? Come on: question me, if you care to. | |
| And why not try to interrogate this apparition? | |
| I melt away to get lost in this quaint condition. | |
| In scary airports, in concourses overfilled, | |
| I am detached in serious observation. | |
| As a passenger, I become untethered when | |
| I get lost in clouds: at home with my own quiet company. | |
| Herald Tribune or USA Today. Sauvignon Blanc or oaky Chardonnay. | |
| Asleep for the movie. Awake for the dawn | |
| dancing on England and hedgerows | |
| embossed on a carpet of green. I descend and | |
| forgive me I mean to get lost in crowds. |