Exiles-King Crimson

[ti:Exiles] [ar:King Crimson] [al:Larks' Tongues in Aspic] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Exiles - King Crimson (克里姆森国王) [02:23.78]Now in this faraway land [02:29.86]Strange that the palms of my hands [02:34.89]Should be damp with expectancy [03:51.47]Spring and the air's turning mild [03:57.73]City lights and the glimpse of a child [04:02.98]Of the alleyway infantry [04:10.44]Friends–do they know what I mean [04:16.77]Rain and the gathering green [04:21.85]Of an afternoon out of town [04:30.01]Lord I had to go [04:33.08]The trail was laid too slow behind me [04:39.20]To face the call of fame [04:42.37]Or make a drunkard's name for me [04:48.30]Though now this better life [04:52.09]Has brought a different understanding [04:58.35]And through these endless days [05:01.83]Shall come a broader sympathy [05:08.08]And though I count the hours [05:11.71]To be alone's no injury [05:16.39]My home was a place by the sand [05:24.06]Cliffs and a military band [05:29.23]Blew an air of normality