| Song | She Took A Long Cold Look |
| Artist | Syd Barrett |
| Album | The Madcap Laughs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Syd Barrett | |
| 作词 : Barrett | |
| She took a long cold look at me | |
| And smiled and gazed all over my arm | |
| She loves to see me get down to ground | |
| She hasn't time just to be with me | |
| Her face between all she means to be | |
| To be extreme, just to be extreme | |
| A broken pier on the wavy sea | |
| She wonders why for all she wants to see... | |
| But i got up and i stomped around | |
| And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground... | |
| The end of truth that lay out the time | |
| Spent lazing here on a painting dream | |
| A mile or more in a foreign clime | |
| To see farther inside of me. | |
| And looking high up into the sky | |
| I breathe as the water streams over me... |
| zuo qu : Syd Barrett | |
| zuo ci : Barrett | |
| She took a long cold look at me | |
| And smiled and gazed all over my arm | |
| She loves to see me get down to ground | |
| She hasn' t time just to be with me | |
| Her face between all she means to be | |
| To be extreme, just to be extreme | |
| A broken pier on the wavy sea | |
| She wonders why for all she wants to see... | |
| But i got up and i stomped around | |
| And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground... | |
| The end of truth that lay out the time | |
| Spent lazing here on a painting dream | |
| A mile or more in a foreign clime | |
| To see farther inside of me. | |
| And looking high up into the sky | |
| I breathe as the water streams over me... |
| zuò qǔ : Syd Barrett | |
| zuò cí : Barrett | |
| She took a long cold look at me | |
| And smiled and gazed all over my arm | |
| She loves to see me get down to ground | |
| She hasn' t time just to be with me | |
| Her face between all she means to be | |
| To be extreme, just to be extreme | |
| A broken pier on the wavy sea | |
| She wonders why for all she wants to see... | |
| But i got up and i stomped around | |
| And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground... | |
| The end of truth that lay out the time | |
| Spent lazing here on a painting dream | |
| A mile or more in a foreign clime | |
| To see farther inside of me. | |
| And looking high up into the sky | |
| I breathe as the water streams over me... |