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作词 : Jon Anderson/Steve Howe 作曲 : Jon Anderson/Steve HoweA seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hourAnd assessing points to nowhere, leading every single oneA dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,And take away the plain in which we move,And choose the course you're runningDown at the edge, round by the corner,Not right away, not right awayClose to the edge, down by a river,Not right away, not right awayCrossed the line around the changes of the summer,Reaching out to call the color of the skyPassed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we seeGetting over all the time I had to worry,Leaving all the changes far from far behindWe relieve the tension only to find out the master's nameDown at the end, round by the cornerClose to the edge, just by a riverSeasons will pass you byI get up, I get downNow that it's all over and done,Now that you find, now that you're wholeMy eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with loveIt changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from aboveI crucified my hate and held the word within my handThere's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understandSad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,As armored movers took approached to overlook the seaThere since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will beDown at the edge, close by a riverClose to the edge, round by the cornerClose to the end, down by the cornerDown at the edge, round by the riverSudden call shouldn't take away the startled memoryAll in all, the journey takes you all the wayAs apart from any reality that you've ever seen and knownGuessing problems only to deceive the mention,Passing paths that climb halfway into the voidAs we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retainDown at the edge, round by the cornerClose to the end, down by a riverSeasons will pass you byI get up, I get downIn her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly lookingSaying that she'd take the blameFor the crucifixion of her own domainI get up,I get down,I get up,I get downTwo million people barely satisfyTwo hundred women watch one woman cry, too lateThe eyes of honesty can achieveHow many millions do we deceive each day?I get up, I get downI get up, I get downIn charge of who is there in charge of meDo I look on blindly and say I see the way?The truth is written all along the pageHow old will I be before I come of age for you?I get up, I get downI get up, I get downI get up, I get downThe time between the notes relates the color to the scenesA constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seemsAnd space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of loveAs song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules aboveAh, ahThen according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human raceI shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the placeOn the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,Called to witness cycles only of the pastAnd we reach all this with movements in between the said remarkClose to the edge, down by the riverDown at the end, round by the cornerSeasons will pass you by,Now that it's all over and done,Called to the seed, right to the sunNow that you find, now that you're wholeSeasons will pass you by,I get up, I get downI get up, I get downI get up, I get down
