[00:00.000] 作词 : Brian Eno/Alexis Taylor
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Brian Eno
[00:00.000]I want to see how worlds are made,
[00:04.605]I want to see how water flows.
[00:09.262]And when I'm counting every silver braid,
[00:13.701]I will count the breathing stars.
[00:18.887]In the turning of our lives,
[00:23.836]in the ever burning lover's sigh,
[00:28.443]in St. Petersberg bitter and cold,
[00:33.446]we were looking for glory and gold.
[00:37.768]When the braile rubs against my hand,
[00:42.367]I'm looking for a thread in the sand.
[00:46.840]I took a breath and drew in the air,
[00:51.286]a circle with your smoke and your hair.
[00:56.393]In the first light of the sky,
[01:00.897]in the iridescent cloud of desire,
[01:05.635]in the blue depths of the sea,
[01:10.090]I stepped upon the lead and gold.
[01:14.780]I stepped upon the lead and gold.
[01:36.854]All the grey birds flying away,
[01:41.121]from a land made of leather and clay.
[01:46.007]where the people hold their lives in their hands,
[01:50.480]they're all following a line in the sand.
[01:55.087]I took a second look and turn it away,
[01:59.558]another green world back into clay,
[02:04.405]a short fall fallen astray,
[02:09.031]never far from far away.
[02:13.778]In the turning of the world,
[02:18.118]all the brilliance of diamonds and pearls,
[02:22.960]in the present that we hold in our hands,
[02:27.600]we're all looking for a line in the sand.
[02:32.203]Just looking for the line in the sand.
[02:36.604]We're all looking for a line in the sand.
[02:41.331]Just looking for the line in the sand.
[02:45.696]We're all looking for a line in the sand.
[02:50.597]Just looking for the line in the sand.
[02:54.934]We're all looking for a line in the sand.

作词 : Brian Eno/Alexis Taylor
作曲 : Brian Eno
I want to see how worlds are made,
I want to see how water flows.
And when I'm counting every silver braid,
I will count the breathing stars.
In the turning of our lives,
in the ever burning lover's sigh,
in St. Petersberg bitter and cold,
we were looking for glory and gold.
When the braile rubs against my hand,
I'm looking for a thread in the sand.
I took a breath and drew in the air,
a circle with your smoke and your hair.
In the first light of the sky,
in the iridescent cloud of desire,
in the blue depths of the sea,
I stepped upon the lead and gold.
I stepped upon the lead and gold.
All the grey birds flying away,
from a land made of leather and clay.
where the people hold their lives in their hands,
they're all following a line in the sand.
I took a second look and turn it away,
another green world back into clay,
a short fall fallen astray,
never far from far away.
In the turning of the world,
all the brilliance of diamonds and pearls,
in the present that we hold in our hands,
we're all looking for a line in the sand.
Just looking for the line in the sand.
We're all looking for a line in the sand.
Just looking for the line in the sand.
We're all looking for a line in the sand.
Just looking for the line in the sand.
We're all looking for a line in the sand.