| Song | Aftertones |
| Artist | Janis Ian |
| Album | Aftertones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ian | |
| Sometimes it’s all too much to say aloud | |
| The sound’s a shroud | |
| The meanings crowd | |
| Sometimes the words are painful to the ear | |
| They disappear and nothing’s clear | |
| ‘Til all that’s left to me are aftertones | |
| I take them home | |
| We live alone | |
| But I remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me - this song’s for free | |
| Within the memories of our life gone by | |
| Afraid to die, we learn to lie | |
| And measure out the time in coffee spoons | |
| In fading suns and dying moons | |
| ‘Til all that’s left to see are aftertones | |
| And no one knows | |
| Where meaning goes | |
| But i remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me - this song’s for free | |
| And ooh, I like the sound | |
| Of harmony from time to time | |
| I really do believe | |
| In some kind of tomorrow | |
| When it speaks to me |
| zuo ci : Ian | |
| Sometimes it' s all too much to say aloud | |
| The sound' s a shroud | |
| The meanings crowd | |
| Sometimes the words are painful to the ear | |
| They disappear and nothing' s clear | |
| ' Til all that' s left to me are aftertones | |
| I take them home | |
| We live alone | |
| But I remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me this song' s for free | |
| Within the memories of our life gone by | |
| Afraid to die, we learn to lie | |
| And measure out the time in coffee spoons | |
| In fading suns and dying moons | |
| ' Til all that' s left to see are aftertones | |
| And no one knows | |
| Where meaning goes | |
| But i remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me this song' s for free | |
| And ooh, I like the sound | |
| Of harmony from time to time | |
| I really do believe | |
| In some kind of tomorrow | |
| When it speaks to me |
| zuò cí : Ian | |
| Sometimes it' s all too much to say aloud | |
| The sound' s a shroud | |
| The meanings crowd | |
| Sometimes the words are painful to the ear | |
| They disappear and nothing' s clear | |
| ' Til all that' s left to me are aftertones | |
| I take them home | |
| We live alone | |
| But I remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me this song' s for free | |
| Within the memories of our life gone by | |
| Afraid to die, we learn to lie | |
| And measure out the time in coffee spoons | |
| In fading suns and dying moons | |
| ' Til all that' s left to see are aftertones | |
| And no one knows | |
| Where meaning goes | |
| But i remember chains of melody | |
| It pleases me this song' s for free | |
| And ooh, I like the sound | |
| Of harmony from time to time | |
| I really do believe | |
| In some kind of tomorrow | |
| When it speaks to me |