[00:00.00] 作词 : Ian Brown/John Squire[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ian Brown/John Squire[00:14.80]Chimes sing Sunday morn[00:18.90]Today's the day she's sworn[00:23.54]To steal what she never could own[00:28.09]And race from this hole she calls home[00:37.65][00:38.78]Now you're at the wheel[00:42.00]Tell me how, how does it feel?[00:46.77]So good to have equalised[00:51.26]To lift up the lids of your eyes[00:55.89][01:00.72]As the mile they disappear[01:05.37]See land begin to clear[01:10.20]Free from the filth and the scum[01:14.35]This American satelites won[01:23.57][01:24.45]She'll carry on through it all[01:28.29]She's a waterfall[01:32.53][01:33.82]She'll carry on through it all[01:37.27]She's a waterfall[01:39.69][01:42.69]See the steeple pine[01:47.35]The hills as old as time[01:52.00]Soon to be put to the test[01:56.69]To be whipped by the winds of the west[02:03.00][02:06.23]Stands on shifting sands[02:10.51]The scales held in her hands[02:14.80]The wind it just whips her away[02:19.84]And fills up her brigantine sails[02:25.69][02:29.24]She'll carry on through it all[02:33.06]She's a waterfall[02:38.82]She'll carry on through it all[02:41.48][02:42.82]She's a waterfall