时间：1996-04-05
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Under a low-ceilinged sky - Stefan Andersson
Written by：Stefan Andersson/Terry Cox
I give to the wind a beautiful thing
Something beautiful I have made
May it go where I cannot
And never tire never fade
And may the winds of heaven take it far
And the clouds not bar the way
May it take my heart around the earth
And redeem these feet of clay
Feet of clay
Feet of clay
Feet of clay
We are men with brave dreams
Who often fear to try
We are men who face the world
Yet cannot fathom why
And though we say we love the truth
We embrace the well spoken lie
For we are men who live and men who die
Under a low ceilinged sky
I want to learn the meaning of things
I need to know where to begin
I'd like to try to measure time
Before eternity takes me in
I want to live by things that I believe
I believe in love and grace
But sometimes heaven is so far away
And the earth is a hollow place
We are men with hard lives
And many tears we cry
We are men who long for sleep
Yet have no lullaby
We move along paths of madness
Only time can justify
For we are men who live and men who die
Under a low ceilinged sky
Sometimes
I rise up out of this night
On better days when the wind is just right
Sometimes
I think I see the face of god
When the moon shines just enough light
We are men with bold hearts
Seeking more than meets the eye
We are men with folded wings
Trying to remember how to fly
For we dream the dreams of angels
And in our hearts we stand on high
Though we are men who live and men who die
Under a low ceilinged sky
Under a low ceilinged sky
Under a low ceilinged sky
