Song | Two Steps, Step Out |
Artist | The Go-Betweens |
Album | Before Hollywood |
作词 : Go-Betweens | |
I haven't heard a voice that i can trust | |
And all this sweetness turns a throat to rust | |
I'm standing on a quay wrapped up in mist | |
The steamer's left with someone that i miss | |
I'd walk a hundred miles | |
Sold my horse, got fired by the consul | |
A testament to flags, i was hostile | |
Tried faith and drugs and gold | |
It didn't work, i couldn't fill the hole | |
I'd walk a hundred miles | |
A thousand miles, a million miles | |
Two steps step out | |
Towards your door | |
I'll be calling round | |
Two steps step out | |
I'm on my way | |
Here i am now | |
I started cutting marble in a quarry | |
I worked my hands, i wasn't in a hurry | |
The time i did to pass the time | |
The time i did to pass the time | |
I'd walk a hundred miles | |
So now i'm loading wool down at the wharf | |
The ships unload and then they head back north | |
And every time the mist comes in | |
I sit and watch the mist come in | |
I'd walk a hundred miles | |
A thousand miles, a million miles | |
Two steps step out | |
Towards your door | |
I'll be calling round | |
Two steps step out | |
I'm on my way | |
Here i am now |
zuò cí : GoBetweens | |
I haven' t heard a voice that i can trust | |
And all this sweetness turns a throat to rust | |
I' m standing on a quay wrapped up in mist | |
The steamer' s left with someone that i miss | |
I' d walk a hundred miles | |
Sold my horse, got fired by the consul | |
A testament to flags, i was hostile | |
Tried faith and drugs and gold | |
It didn' t work, i couldn' t fill the hole | |
I' d walk a hundred miles | |
A thousand miles, a million miles | |
Two steps step out | |
Towards your door | |
I' ll be calling round | |
Two steps step out | |
I' m on my way | |
Here i am now | |
I started cutting marble in a quarry | |
I worked my hands, i wasn' t in a hurry | |
The time i did to pass the time | |
The time i did to pass the time | |
I' d walk a hundred miles | |
So now i' m loading wool down at the wharf | |
The ships unload and then they head back north | |
And every time the mist comes in | |
I sit and watch the mist come in | |
I' d walk a hundred miles | |
A thousand miles, a million miles | |
Two steps step out | |
Towards your door | |
I' ll be calling round | |
Two steps step out | |
I' m on my way | |
Here i am now |