[00:00.000] 作词 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
[00:40.738]It came on Tuesday
[00:43.011]When harmonic dreams had meaning
[00:47.556]By Wednesday night
[00:49.724]The sense had crept away
[00:54.087]I always see you
[00:56.438]As a young man, as I read them
[01:00.879]I wrote that down so
[01:03.334]Some part of you remained
[01:21.071]I keep his words
[01:23.057]And I eat them
[01:24.781]When I need them
[01:27.602]They fill the space when I have nothing left to say
[01:34.237]I have no shape
[01:36.431]These scribblings that surround me
[01:41.003]Secure the 'heads
[01:43.145]Though the frame shrinks by the day
[02:00.360]And so I wrote
[02:02.946]Sat on stone steps
[02:04.983]In the harbour
[02:06.890]Not fully grown
[02:09.424]Though it seems like yesterday
[02:45.290]In the beginning there was hope
[02:49.600]And all the world was mine
[02:54.616]A fluttering palace of flax and rope
[02:59.266]And all the world was mine
[03:04.542]In the beginning the figurehead spoke
[03:09.297]And all the world was mine
[03:14.129]A chart with a line scribed bold, unbroken
[03:18.910]And all the world was mine
[03:23.951]In the beginning you helmed the role
[03:28.732]And all the world was mine
[03:33.826]In the beginning there was hope
[03:38.293]And all the world was my design
[03:58.172]I keep his words
[04:00.157]And I eat them
[04:01.881]When I need them
[04:04.676]They fill the space - what a stupid thing to say
[04:11.338]I have no shape,
[04:13.480]these scribblings that surround me secure the 'heads
[04:20.245]Though the frame shrinks by the day
[04:37.356]All my dreams are loving angels
[04:40.778]Coming here in such disguise

作词 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
作曲 : Benedict Clay/Vicky West/Steve Swindon/Paul Carter/Nainesh Shah
It came on Tuesday
When harmonic dreams had meaning
By Wednesday night
The sense had crept away
I always see you
As a young man, as I read them
I wrote that down so
Some part of you remained
I keep his words
And I eat them
When I need them
They fill the space when I have nothing left to say
I have no shape
These scribblings that surround me
Secure the 'heads
Though the frame shrinks by the day
And so I wrote
Sat on stone steps
In the harbour
Not fully grown
Though it seems like yesterday
In the beginning there was hope
And all the world was mine
A fluttering palace of flax and rope
And all the world was mine
In the beginning the figurehead spoke
And all the world was mine
A chart with a line scribed bold, unbroken
And all the world was mine
In the beginning you helmed the role
And all the world was mine
In the beginning there was hope
And all the world was my design
I keep his words
And I eat them
When I need them
They fill the space - what a stupid thing to say
I have no shape,
these scribblings that surround me secure the 'heads
Though the frame shrinks by the day
All my dreams are loving angels
Coming here in such disguise