| Song | Nobody's Crying |
| Artist | Patty Griffin |
| Album | Oberlin College |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffin | |
| Well he jumps in the taxi, headed for the sky | |
| He's off to slay some demon dragonfly | |
| And he looked at me, that long last time | |
| Turned away again and I waved goodbye | |
| In an envelope, inside his coat | |
| Is a chain I wore, around my throat | |
| Along with, a note I wrote | |
| Said 'I love you but, I don't even know why' | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
| Just have that secret hope | |
| sometimes all we do is cope | |
| Somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| There's an endless rope | |
| and nobody's crying. | |
| The long night turns into a couple long years | |
| Of me walking around and round this trail of tears | |
| With the very loud voices of my own tears | |
| ringing and ringing in my ears | |
| It says that love is long gone | |
| Every move I make is all wrong | |
| Says you never gave a damn for me | |
| For anything, to anyone | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
| I just had this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all we'd do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there's an endless rope | |
| And nobody's crying. | |
| May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed | |
| May the voices inside you that fill you with dread | |
| Sound like thousands of angels instead | |
| Tonight where you might be laying your head | |
| I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you're trying | |
| I still have this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all I do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there's an endless rope | |
| And nobody' crying. |
| zuo ci : Griffin | |
| Well he jumps in the taxi, headed for the sky | |
| He' s off to slay some demon dragonfly | |
| And he looked at me, that long last time | |
| Turned away again and I waved goodbye | |
| In an envelope, inside his coat | |
| Is a chain I wore, around my throat | |
| Along with, a note I wrote | |
| Said ' I love you but, I don' t even know why' | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| Just have that secret hope | |
| sometimes all we do is cope | |
| Somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| There' s an endless rope | |
| and nobody' s crying. | |
| The long night turns into a couple long years | |
| Of me walking around and round this trail of tears | |
| With the very loud voices of my own tears | |
| ringing and ringing in my ears | |
| It says that love is long gone | |
| Every move I make is all wrong | |
| Says you never gave a damn for me | |
| For anything, to anyone | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| I just had this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all we' d do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there' s an endless rope | |
| And nobody' s crying. | |
| May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed | |
| May the voices inside you that fill you with dread | |
| Sound like thousands of angels instead | |
| Tonight where you might be laying your head | |
| I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| I still have this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all I do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there' s an endless rope | |
| And nobody' crying. |
| zuò cí : Griffin | |
| Well he jumps in the taxi, headed for the sky | |
| He' s off to slay some demon dragonfly | |
| And he looked at me, that long last time | |
| Turned away again and I waved goodbye | |
| In an envelope, inside his coat | |
| Is a chain I wore, around my throat | |
| Along with, a note I wrote | |
| Said ' I love you but, I don' t even know why' | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| Just have that secret hope | |
| sometimes all we do is cope | |
| Somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| There' s an endless rope | |
| and nobody' s crying. | |
| The long night turns into a couple long years | |
| Of me walking around and round this trail of tears | |
| With the very loud voices of my own tears | |
| ringing and ringing in my ears | |
| It says that love is long gone | |
| Every move I make is all wrong | |
| Says you never gave a damn for me | |
| For anything, to anyone | |
| But darling, I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| I just had this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all we' d do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there' s an endless rope | |
| And nobody' s crying. | |
| May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed | |
| May the voices inside you that fill you with dread | |
| Sound like thousands of angels instead | |
| Tonight where you might be laying your head | |
| I wish you well | |
| On your way to the wishing well | |
| Swinging off of those gates of hell | |
| But I can tell how hard you' re trying | |
| I still have this secret hope | |
| Though sometimes all I do is cope | |
| That somewhere on the steepest slope | |
| there' s an endless rope | |
| And nobody' crying. |