| Song | More Not More |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | Humans |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| I don't mean to cling to you my friends | |
| It's just I hate the day to have to end | |
| Never enough time to spend | |
| I haven't done enough for this to be the end | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More songs more warmth | |
| More love more life | |
| Not more fear not more fame | |
| Not more money not more games | |
| There -- you -- coming through the crowd | |
| Blue light silhouettes your head | |
| I want to shout your name out loud | |
| But I shout inside instead | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More current more spark | |
| More touch deep in the heart | |
| Not more thoughtless cruelty | |
| Not more being this lonely... | |
| Don't I hear them talking? | |
| Don't I know what they say? | |
| I'm a fool for thinking | |
| Things could be better than they were today | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More growth more truth | |
| More chains more loose | |
| Not more pain not more walls | |
| Not more living human voodoo dolls |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| I don' t mean to cling to you my friends | |
| It' s just I hate the day to have to end | |
| Never enough time to spend | |
| I haven' t done enough for this to be the end | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More songs more warmth | |
| More love more life | |
| Not more fear not more fame | |
| Not more money not more games | |
| There you coming through the crowd | |
| Blue light silhouettes your head | |
| I want to shout your name out loud | |
| But I shout inside instead | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More current more spark | |
| More touch deep in the heart | |
| Not more thoughtless cruelty | |
| Not more being this lonely... | |
| Don' t I hear them talking? | |
| Don' t I know what they say? | |
| I' m a fool for thinking | |
| Things could be better than they were today | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More growth more truth | |
| More chains more loose | |
| Not more pain not more walls | |
| Not more living human voodoo dolls |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| I don' t mean to cling to you my friends | |
| It' s just I hate the day to have to end | |
| Never enough time to spend | |
| I haven' t done enough for this to be the end | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More songs more warmth | |
| More love more life | |
| Not more fear not more fame | |
| Not more money not more games | |
| There you coming through the crowd | |
| Blue light silhouettes your head | |
| I want to shout your name out loud | |
| But I shout inside instead | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More current more spark | |
| More touch deep in the heart | |
| Not more thoughtless cruelty | |
| Not more being this lonely... | |
| Don' t I hear them talking? | |
| Don' t I know what they say? | |
| I' m a fool for thinking | |
| Things could be better than they were today | |
| There must be more... more... | |
| More growth more truth | |
| More chains more loose | |
| Not more pain not more walls | |
| Not more living human voodoo dolls |