積分
演出藝人
Midlake
演出者
詞曲
Tim Smith
作曲
製作與工程團隊
Matt Pence
混音師
Midlake
製作人
歌詞
[Verse 1]
The rise and the fall upon small mountain
Was fair not for all in need
And I with my life have gone
Away from this land of gold
[Verse 2]
Formed from the seed, aligned for all that fortune brings
And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen
And it reigns like the others giving what all it can
While the days count for nothing, nothing that one understands
[Verse 3]
Upon that road I had struggled to find
A way of life that was common for all
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
A way of life that will surely be gone
[Verse 4]
Poor lands will grow among the weeds, among the roads
And all are anxious for song and dance that will sometimes get old
And it reigns like the others giving what all it can
While the days count for nothing, nothing that one understands
[Verse 5]
Upon that road I had struggled to find
A way of life that was common for all
And all that runs on the mountain was mine
A way of life that will surely be gone
Written by: Tim Smith
