| Song | Try For Thunder |
| Artist | Chamberlain |
| Album | The Moon My Saddle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| I haven't smiled in a long time | |
| but I've learned how to look impressed, | |
| learned to lose the dreams I had when I was at my best. | |
| When I was a boy on the back lawn, | |
| faith, like a gun, I'd find | |
| and be it loaded or not I'd keep it at my side. | |
| This voice inside keeps saying: | |
| "congratulations on what you've done, | |
| on all you are and all that you won't become." | |
| But even when it's hard I guess I'm never where I don't belong | |
| and I'll get there by knowning I'd get there all along. | |
| This life to me it's like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I'm under it's the best sky for me. | |
| I've learned less from daylight | |
| than from night threatening to leave. | |
| All along my voice goes after what my hands cannot reach. | |
| I ran through the fog without you, | |
| through the low hard language of rain, | |
| afraid that if I caught what I came for I'd never want it again. | |
| This life to me it's like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I'm under it says God's been good to me. | |
| One night in the rain you set me straight. | |
| You said I have everything I need, | |
| and for every slow day in the sun there's two storms in between. | |
| Where I am is where you'll find me | |
| at the edge of many things, | |
| hands outstretched, | |
| doing circles in the rain, | |
| grinning like a thief. | |
| This life to me it's like a try for thunder | |
| this sky that I'm under it says God's been good to me. |
| zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| I haven' t smiled in a long time | |
| but I' ve learned how to look impressed, | |
| learned to lose the dreams I had when I was at my best. | |
| When I was a boy on the back lawn, | |
| faith, like a gun, I' d find | |
| and be it loaded or not I' d keep it at my side. | |
| This voice inside keeps saying: | |
| " congratulations on what you' ve done, | |
| on all you are and all that you won' t become." | |
| But even when it' s hard I guess I' m never where I don' t belong | |
| and I' ll get there by knowning I' d get there all along. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I' m under it' s the best sky for me. | |
| I' ve learned less from daylight | |
| than from night threatening to leave. | |
| All along my voice goes after what my hands cannot reach. | |
| I ran through the fog without you, | |
| through the low hard language of rain, | |
| afraid that if I caught what I came for I' d never want it again. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I' m under it says God' s been good to me. | |
| One night in the rain you set me straight. | |
| You said I have everything I need, | |
| and for every slow day in the sun there' s two storms in between. | |
| Where I am is where you' ll find me | |
| at the edge of many things, | |
| hands outstretched, | |
| doing circles in the rain, | |
| grinning like a thief. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder | |
| this sky that I' m under it says God' s been good to me. |
| zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
| I haven' t smiled in a long time | |
| but I' ve learned how to look impressed, | |
| learned to lose the dreams I had when I was at my best. | |
| When I was a boy on the back lawn, | |
| faith, like a gun, I' d find | |
| and be it loaded or not I' d keep it at my side. | |
| This voice inside keeps saying: | |
| " congratulations on what you' ve done, | |
| on all you are and all that you won' t become." | |
| But even when it' s hard I guess I' m never where I don' t belong | |
| and I' ll get there by knowning I' d get there all along. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I' m under it' s the best sky for me. | |
| I' ve learned less from daylight | |
| than from night threatening to leave. | |
| All along my voice goes after what my hands cannot reach. | |
| I ran through the fog without you, | |
| through the low hard language of rain, | |
| afraid that if I caught what I came for I' d never want it again. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder. | |
| This sky that I' m under it says God' s been good to me. | |
| One night in the rain you set me straight. | |
| You said I have everything I need, | |
| and for every slow day in the sun there' s two storms in between. | |
| Where I am is where you' ll find me | |
| at the edge of many things, | |
| hands outstretched, | |
| doing circles in the rain, | |
| grinning like a thief. | |
| This life to me it' s like a try for thunder | |
| this sky that I' m under it says God' s been good to me. |