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