| Song | Caught Between |
| Artist | Brian Eno |
| Album | Another Day on Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eno, Hillis, Ogilvie-Grant | |
| Caught between | |
| The Earth and the sky | |
| What too long | |
| And what too high | |
| Fallen free and holding on | |
| Nothing there at all | |
| Dropped and lifted | |
| Gotta breathe | |
| Bottom drifting | |
| On the way | |
| Holding just a few poor words | |
| And nothing at all | |
| Reaching out | |
| To still the sand | |
| No light connects | |
| The breaking moments | |
| Drifting to another shore | |
| There's nothing here | |
| That I could change at all | |
| Nothing at all | |
| Forced to be | |
| A broken line | |
| Let to hold | |
| What we could find | |
| Then to learn | |
| And go again | |
| Nothing sorted out | |
| High above | |
| A single bird | |
| It drifts about | |
| The dead volcano | |
| Who's to lose | |
| And who's to find | |
| There's nothing here | |
| That I could choose at all | |
| Choose at all.. |
| zuo ci : Eno, Hillis, OgilvieGrant | |
| Caught between | |
| The Earth and the sky | |
| What too long | |
| And what too high | |
| Fallen free and holding on | |
| Nothing there at all | |
| Dropped and lifted | |
| Gotta breathe | |
| Bottom drifting | |
| On the way | |
| Holding just a few poor words | |
| And nothing at all | |
| Reaching out | |
| To still the sand | |
| No light connects | |
| The breaking moments | |
| Drifting to another shore | |
| There' s nothing here | |
| That I could change at all | |
| Nothing at all | |
| Forced to be | |
| A broken line | |
| Let to hold | |
| What we could find | |
| Then to learn | |
| And go again | |
| Nothing sorted out | |
| High above | |
| A single bird | |
| It drifts about | |
| The dead volcano | |
| Who' s to lose | |
| And who' s to find | |
| There' s nothing here | |
| That I could choose at all | |
| Choose at all.. |
| zuò cí : Eno, Hillis, OgilvieGrant | |
| Caught between | |
| The Earth and the sky | |
| What too long | |
| And what too high | |
| Fallen free and holding on | |
| Nothing there at all | |
| Dropped and lifted | |
| Gotta breathe | |
| Bottom drifting | |
| On the way | |
| Holding just a few poor words | |
| And nothing at all | |
| Reaching out | |
| To still the sand | |
| No light connects | |
| The breaking moments | |
| Drifting to another shore | |
| There' s nothing here | |
| That I could change at all | |
| Nothing at all | |
| Forced to be | |
| A broken line | |
| Let to hold | |
| What we could find | |
| Then to learn | |
| And go again | |
| Nothing sorted out | |
| High above | |
| A single bird | |
| It drifts about | |
| The dead volcano | |
| Who' s to lose | |
| And who' s to find | |
| There' s nothing here | |
| That I could choose at all | |
| Choose at all.. |