A History Of Holes

	作曲 : Friedman, Sylvian
	I'm having my day
	My place in the sun
	I'll grow to resemble
	The man I've become

	There'll be time for reflection
	When I reach that plateau
	When the war has been won
	No farther to go

	And I fear that it isn't enough

	I'm making a fortune
	I swore to enjoy
	These things I promised myself
	When I was a boy

	When I was a boy
	And things moved too slow
	And universes revolved around
	Things I didn't know

	When I was a boy
	And I made mistakes
	I was humiliated
	Til I knew my place

	And I fear that it isn't enough

	Ignorance hurts
	Injustice inflames
	I remember the feelings

	But forgotten their names

	When I was a boy
	I saw through their lies
	I swore I wouldn't become
	The thing I despised
	But events over take you
	While you set your sights
	On bigger game
	On greater heights

	God bless amnesia
	And the things I've suppressed
	I can reframe the image
	I can discard the rest

	A history of holes
	Where the pieces that won't fit
	With the story you told yourself
	And your place in it

	And I fear that it isn't enough

	So put on a brave face
	Straighten that tie
	And speak like you mean it
	Give truth to the lie

	And I fear that it isn't enough

	zuò qǔ : Friedman, Sylvian
	I' m having my day
	My place in the sun
	I' ll grow to resemble
	The man I' ve become

	There' ll be time for reflection
	When I reach that plateau
	When the war has been won
	No farther to go

	And I fear that it isn' t enough

	I' m making a fortune
	I swore to enjoy
	These things I promised myself
	When I was a boy

	When I was a boy
	And things moved too slow
	And universes revolved around
	Things I didn' t know

	When I was a boy
	And I made mistakes
	I was humiliated
	Til I knew my place

	And I fear that it isn' t enough

	Ignorance hurts
	Injustice inflames
	I remember the feelings

	But forgotten their names

	When I was a boy
	I saw through their lies
	I swore I wouldn' t become
	The thing I despised
	But events over take you
	While you set your sights
	On bigger game
	On greater heights

	God bless amnesia
	And the things I' ve suppressed
	I can reframe the image
	I can discard the rest

	A history of holes
	Where the pieces that won' t fit
	With the story you told yourself
	And your place in it

	And I fear that it isn' t enough

	So put on a brave face
	Straighten that tie
	And speak like you mean it
	Give truth to the lie

	And I fear that it isn' t enough