[00:00.000] 作词 : 费尤贺
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 费尤贺
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 费尤贺
[00:15.930]Where is the light?
[00:20.190]He remembered the days he was riding waves,
[00:22.800]bright sparkling green; the white sunlight beamed,
[00:25.260]it seemed his physical being gleamed, lit up from within.
[00:27.750]Little guy, wide- eyed, satisfied every whim.
[00:30.210]Supplied with vigor and vim, he was filled to the brim.
[00:33.180]Born to take life by the horns: that was him.
[00:35.580]His swing he’ d perfected, crisp and connected,
[00:38.160]protected, broad wings; not one thing affected.
[00:40.710]Then one day, reflected, looked but couldn’ t find it,
[00:43.170]felt but couldn’ t feel it, frantic, glancing behind him.
[00:45.690]Confined, resigned, to tedium he succumbed.
[00:48.240]Life was humdrum; his mind, it went numb.
[00:50.550]He was“ coming to his senses” so he could“ come up”
[00:53.070]in the world; cured, matured, more secure, they assured.
[00:55.560]This was just what occurred; or hadn’ t he heard?
[00:58.020]It was innate, face fate; so this state he endured
[01:16.560]Where is the light?
[01:20.940]She’ d have this dream, her daughter not a teen yet. Never
[01:24.060]apart; they were a team a duet, singing songs in the park,
[01:27.150]on the swings, before dark. She adored her, admired her.
[01:29.640]There was fire in the heart of this special girl, mother’ s precious
[01:33.060]pearl. Her mom was her everything, her bond with the world.
[01:36.360]Prized, idolized, she’ d look deep in her eyes. Hand in hand
[01:39.120]they’ d walk home under the twilight skies. Turning the key
[01:41.610]to go inside; that’ s when she’ d wake up; pass her daughter
[01:44.310]in the bathroom, putting on make up. Not a word exchanged,
[01:47.610]like ships in the night, divided, estranged, no fight in her to
[01:50.610]make it right. When their eyes met, she’ d get an empty stare.
[01:53.640]Day in, day out with no change; the pain was hers to bear.
[01:56.190]How she’ d cherished her love; how it had perished with time.
[01:58.710]The fading shine, she’ d missed the signs; this was the end of the line.
[02:01.200]Where is the light?
[02:21.750]Sitting in the kitchen or in bed late at night. Switched on, his line
[02:24.930]of sight, bathed in blue light. Illuminating his face, but not his mind
[02:28.560]in kind. It’ s all just to unwind; online, he feels fine. Blind to time stolen,
[02:33.090]he can’ t stop scrolling. His phone he keeps holding; life keeps on
[02:36.300]rolling. Frozen in the moment; the glow, it’ s consoling at home.
[02:39.750]He tells his family to leave him alone. He used to like to work out
[02:42.930]or he’ d go out for a run. He used to not feel down when they were
[02:45.870]out having fun. His friends would come around. He used to talk
[02:48.360]SHOOT THE GIFT productions
[02:48.960]Ã2020 Jason R. Levine and Eric Milliard
[02:49.800]to his son. The days of looking out for number one are done.
[02:51.930]The flickering, the glaring, the mental fatigue. He seeks clarity, but
[02:55.350]where, aware his thinking is asea. It begins to sink in, he freezes;
[02:58.200]starts sinking, can’ t see. He strains in vain to turn away from the screen.
[03:43.290]He thinks…

作词 : 费尤贺
作曲 : 费尤贺
编曲 : 费尤贺
Where is the light?
He remembered the days he was riding waves,
bright sparkling green; the white sunlight beamed,
it seemed his physical being gleamed, lit up from within.
Little guy, wide- eyed, satisfied every whim.
Supplied with vigor and vim, he was filled to the brim.
Born to take life by the horns: that was him.
His swing he’ d perfected, crisp and connected,
protected, broad wings; not one thing affected.
Then one day, reflected, looked but couldn’ t find it,
felt but couldn’ t feel it, frantic, glancing behind him.
Confined, resigned, to tedium he succumbed.
Life was humdrum; his mind, it went numb.
He was“ coming to his senses” so he could“ come up”
in the world; cured, matured, more secure, they assured.
This was just what occurred; or hadn’ t he heard?
It was innate, face fate; so this state he endured
Where is the light?
She’ d have this dream, her daughter not a teen yet. Never
apart; they were a team a duet, singing songs in the park,
on the swings, before dark. She adored her, admired her.
There was fire in the heart of this special girl, mother’ s precious
pearl. Her mom was her everything, her bond with the world.
Prized, idolized, she’ d look deep in her eyes. Hand in hand
they’ d walk home under the twilight skies. Turning the key
to go inside; that’ s when she’ d wake up; pass her daughter
in the bathroom, putting on make up. Not a word exchanged,
like ships in the night, divided, estranged, no fight in her to
make it right. When their eyes met, she’ d get an empty stare.
Day in, day out with no change; the pain was hers to bear.
How she’ d cherished her love; how it had perished with time.
The fading shine, she’ d missed the signs; this was the end of the line.
Where is the light?
Sitting in the kitchen or in bed late at night. Switched on, his line
of sight, bathed in blue light. Illuminating his face, but not his mind
in kind. It’ s all just to unwind; online, he feels fine. Blind to time stolen,
he can’ t stop scrolling. His phone he keeps holding; life keeps on
rolling. Frozen in the moment; the glow, it’ s consoling at home.
He tells his family to leave him alone. He used to like to work out
or he’ d go out for a run. He used to not feel down when they were
out having fun. His friends would come around. He used to talk
SHOOT THE GIFT productions
Ã2020 Jason R. Levine and Eric Milliard
to his son. The days of looking out for number one are done.
The flickering, the glaring, the mental fatigue. He seeks clarity, but
where, aware his thinking is asea. It begins to sink in, he freezes;
starts sinking, can’ t see. He strains in vain to turn away from the screen.
He thinks…