| Song | 700 Houses |
| Artist | Susan Tedeschi |
| Album | Back To The River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Leventhal, Pecchio, Tedeschi | |
| Looking out my window,what do | |
| I see?Seven hundred houses, | |
| Scattered in front of me. | |
| Silence all around me,deafening the air. | |
| Not a sign of anyone, | |
| I just have to stare. | |
| What is this madness? | |
| My hopes and dreams are sand. | |
| All the signs that led me homeare scattered to the wind. | |
| I’m searching for my friends,and shaking in my skin. | |
| Where have all of my saints gone? | |
| Will they come marching in? | |
| Chorus:What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| What can be done? | |
| What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| Now…Let’s pick up the piecesfrom this tragedy. | |
| You and I must come to termswith this reality. | |
| I’m lost, and | |
| I’m looking,my city’s washed away. | |
| But you know that | |
| I’ll be back, | |
| I’m coming back to stay. |
| zuo qu : Leventhal, Pecchio, Tedeschi | |
| Looking out my window, what do | |
| I see? Seven hundred houses, | |
| Scattered in front of me. | |
| Silence all around me, deafening the air. | |
| Not a sign of anyone, | |
| I just have to stare. | |
| What is this madness? | |
| My hopes and dreams are sand. | |
| All the signs that led me homeare scattered to the wind. | |
| I' m searching for my friends, and shaking in my skin. | |
| Where have all of my saints gone? | |
| Will they come marching in? | |
| Chorus: What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| What can be done? | |
| What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| Now Let' s pick up the piecesfrom this tragedy. | |
| You and I must come to termswith this reality. | |
| I' m lost, and | |
| I' m looking, my city' s washed away. | |
| But you know that | |
| I' ll be back, | |
| I' m coming back to stay. |
| zuò qǔ : Leventhal, Pecchio, Tedeschi | |
| Looking out my window, what do | |
| I see? Seven hundred houses, | |
| Scattered in front of me. | |
| Silence all around me, deafening the air. | |
| Not a sign of anyone, | |
| I just have to stare. | |
| What is this madness? | |
| My hopes and dreams are sand. | |
| All the signs that led me homeare scattered to the wind. | |
| I' m searching for my friends, and shaking in my skin. | |
| Where have all of my saints gone? | |
| Will they come marching in? | |
| Chorus: What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| What can be done? | |
| What can be done? | |
| Another storm to overcome. | |
| Now Let' s pick up the piecesfrom this tragedy. | |
| You and I must come to termswith this reality. | |
| I' m lost, and | |
| I' m looking, my city' s washed away. | |
| But you know that | |
| I' ll be back, | |
| I' m coming back to stay. |