| Song | The Thought That Counts |
| Artist | The Comsat Angels |
| Album | Chasing Shadows |
| 作词 : Bacon, Fellows, Glaisher ... | |
| It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a good alibi | |
| Such a trip, such a ride, I don't believe you | |
| Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip | |
| It's a slave with a whip, and it will beat you | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts | |
| Oh yeah | |
| It's a kick, it's a find, putting out party lines | |
| Before you can realise, you've been enlisted | |
| Start to talk - nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns | |
| What used to be so loud is just a whisper | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you're down, you're half way home and that's the thought that counts | |
| Oh yeah | |
| The well is running dry, the clock is going slow | |
| The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go. | |
| Oh yeah oh no | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you're down, you're halfway home and that's the thought that counts | |
| It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a slip, it's a drive | |
| Like a curse on your lips, it's a slave with a whip | |
| Chasing shadows |
| zuò cí : Bacon, Fellows, Glaisher ... | |
| It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a good alibi | |
| Such a trip, such a ride, I don' t believe you | |
| Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip | |
| It' s a slave with a whip, and it will beat you | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts | |
| Oh yeah | |
| It' s a kick, it' s a find, putting out party lines | |
| Before you can realise, you' ve been enlisted | |
| Start to talk nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns | |
| What used to be so loud is just a whisper | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you' re down, you' re half way home and that' s the thought that counts | |
| Oh yeah | |
| The well is running dry, the clock is going slow | |
| The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go. | |
| Oh yeah oh no | |
| Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round | |
| But when you' re down, you' re halfway home and that' s the thought that counts | |
| It' s a gift, it' s a prize, it' s a slip, it' s a drive | |
| Like a curse on your lips, it' s a slave with a whip | |
| Chasing shadows |