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  • 作词 : Anderson
    I count the hours:you count the days.
    Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
    Walk dusty miles. and i ride that train
    On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
    Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
    Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
    Fresh from god's garden, i bring a gift of roses:
    To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
    Like the kipling cat, i walk alone -
    Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
    But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
    Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.
  • 作词 : Anderson
    I count the hours:you count the days.
    Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
    Walk dusty miles. and i ride that train
    On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
    Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
    Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
    Fresh from god's garden, i bring a gift of roses:
    To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
    Like the kipling cat, i walk alone -
    Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
    But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
    Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.