| Song | The Sliding Floor |
| Artist | Bill Bruford |
| Album | Gradually Going Tornado |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berlin, Bruford, Stewart | |
| First time I met Angel | |
| Up on the bridge of an ocean-going liner | |
| She was virtue, vice, and failing | |
| Can't give her up now for all the tea in China | |
| Here comes a knock on the door | |
| Angel face with teeth like a tiger's claw | |
| Morning comes she'll soon be back begging for more | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor | |
| No use asking me why | |
| Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino | |
| If experts, preachers, mystics can't find the answer | |
| Then how the hell should I know? | |
| Lost in a world breaking apart | |
| Angel shines her mystery light into the dark | |
| She's not wasting blame on the rich or the poor | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor |
| zuo ci : Berlin, Bruford, Stewart | |
| First time I met Angel | |
| Up on the bridge of an oceangoing liner | |
| She was virtue, vice, and failing | |
| Can' t give her up now for all the tea in China | |
| Here comes a knock on the door | |
| Angel face with teeth like a tiger' s claw | |
| Morning comes she' ll soon be back begging for more | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor | |
| No use asking me why | |
| Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino | |
| If experts, preachers, mystics can' t find the answer | |
| Then how the hell should I know? | |
| Lost in a world breaking apart | |
| Angel shines her mystery light into the dark | |
| She' s not wasting blame on the rich or the poor | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor |
| zuò cí : Berlin, Bruford, Stewart | |
| First time I met Angel | |
| Up on the bridge of an oceangoing liner | |
| She was virtue, vice, and failing | |
| Can' t give her up now for all the tea in China | |
| Here comes a knock on the door | |
| Angel face with teeth like a tiger' s claw | |
| Morning comes she' ll soon be back begging for more | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor | |
| No use asking me why | |
| Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino | |
| If experts, preachers, mystics can' t find the answer | |
| Then how the hell should I know? | |
| Lost in a world breaking apart | |
| Angel shines her mystery light into the dark | |
| She' s not wasting blame on the rich or the poor | |
| Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor |