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  • 作词 : Anderson
    Words get written, words get twisted
    Old meanings move in the drift of time
    Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change
    The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    True disciples carrying that message
    To color just a little with their personal touch
    Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers
    Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals
    High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
    I hope the old man's got his face on
    He'd better be some quick change artist
    Suffer little children to make their minds up soon
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
  • 作词 : Anderson
    Words get written, words get twisted
    Old meanings move in the drift of time
    Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change
    The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    True disciples carrying that message
    To color just a little with their personal touch
    Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers
    Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals
    High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
    I hope the old man's got his face on
    He'd better be some quick change artist
    Suffer little children to make their minds up soon
    Bad mouth on a prayer day
    Hope no one's listening
    Roots down in the wet clay
    Branches glistening
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches
    Roots to branches