[00:00.00] 作曲 : Phil Collins/Peter Gabriel/Tony Banks/Mike Rutherford[00:08.12]The scattered pages of a book by the sea[00:15.39]Held by the sand, washed by the waves[00:19.25]A shadow forms cast by a cloud,[00:25.62]Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide[00:35.13]Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.[00:38.68]They told of one who tired of all singing,[00:42.18]"Praise him, praise him."[00:46.30]"We heed not flatterers," he cried,[00:49.90]"By our command, waters retreat,[00:56.89]Show my power, halt at my feet,"[01:02.77]But the cause was lost,[01:04.78]Now cold winds blow.[01:08.84]For from the north overcast ranks advance[01:15.06]Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.[01:20.80]The waves surround the sinking throne[01:25.25]Singing "Crown him, crown him,"[01:28.81]"Those who love our majesty show themselves!"[01:38.58]All bent their knees.[03:12.30]But he forced a smile even though[03:14.87]His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).[04:56.42]"Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."[05:05.35]More opened ears and opened eyes,[05:11.76]And soon they dared to laugh.[05:28.53]See a little man with his face turning red[05:30.66]Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.