Picking Up Sticks

	作曲 : Paul Weller
	Come blackest crow
	Start the wheat field blow
	In a wind so high
	It waves and glows
	'til you can't see the wood for the trees
	I'm like anybody on their knees
	Trying to find a way to make it fit
	Picking up sticks
	Let's swirl again
	Take us far away
	To the church bell's chime
	In a far distant field
	To a place where so lately so slow
	And a time I feel like letting it go
	Far away enough to catch our breath
	I know where and everyone there
	Looking to click
	Picking up sticks
	Come crimson rays
	Paint us all the same
	You know the magic is why
	And it's here again
	Now you can't see the wood for the trees
	Now like anybody on their knees
	Far away enough to catch our breath
	Looking to click
	Picking up sticks

	zuò qǔ : Paul Weller
	Come blackest crow
	Start the wheat field blow
	In a wind so high
	It waves and glows
	' til you can' t see the wood for the trees
	I' m like anybody on their knees
	Trying to find a way to make it fit
	Picking up sticks
	Let' s swirl again
	Take us far away
	To the church bell' s chime
	In a far distant field
	To a place where so lately so slow
	And a time I feel like letting it go
	Far away enough to catch our breath
	I know where and everyone there
	Looking to click
	Picking up sticks
	Come crimson rays
	Paint us all the same
	You know the magic is why
	And it' s here again
	Now you can' t see the wood for the trees
	Now like anybody on their knees
	Far away enough to catch our breath
	Looking to click
	Picking up sticks