作词 : Wainwright When I am older than these small goddamned hills And there＇s no reason for my mind to be still Oh, how I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again When I have finally found my room filled with toys Be banging on my crib excited by noise Oh, how I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiufl child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there＇s nothing to gain Or bring me pain or pin the blame On you or myself And when they finally fall These wailing walls and burdened crosses God＇s twilights and all How I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again ....... When I am older than these small goddamned hills
作词 : Wainwright When I am older than these small goddamned hills And there＇s no reason for my mind to be still Oh, how I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again When I have finally found my room filled with toys Be banging on my crib excited by noise Oh, how I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiufl child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again And when there＇s nothing to gain Or bring me pain or pin the blame On you or myself And when they finally fall These wailing walls and burdened crosses God＇s twilights and all How I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again ....... When I am older than these small goddamned hills
