Song | Look Around |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Four |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Popper Music:John Popper | |
You'll get no answer from me | |
About what I want or what I get | |
Brave enough to speak afraid to see | |
Confuse the issue till you forget | |
And I've tried | |
To finally decide | |
Why | |
I'm in your face | |
And if you can't already tell | |
I am unable to let things go | |
I'm told I do it very well | |
But more important you should know | |
That all the same | |
You've got no one to blame | |
But yourself | |
If you call that a waste | |
Cause it ain't me | |
That's been hurting you inside | |
And if you've learned | |
You'll know much more than I | |
That you're gonna have to go and find it | |
You'll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You'll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You're gonna have to look around | |
You'll get no answer from me | |
About what I get or what I want | |
That was enough to make her leave | |
She's not the first one come and gone | |
And I don't care | |
Buyer beware | |
Of me | |
Cause it might get rough | |
If you want peace then live alone | |
If you wanna hide then find a stage | |
Each a brief but perfect home | |
To accommodate your rage | |
And sometimes | |
In the midst of all my crimes | |
I feel lost | |
Or have I lost enough | |
Remaining friends | |
Remind me as they say | |
It's up to you | |
The things you throw away | |
And still you're gonna have to go and find it | |
You'll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You'll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You're gonna have to look around | |
You're gonna have to look around | |
You're gonna have to look around |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
You' ll get no answer from me | |
About what I want or what I get | |
Brave enough to speak afraid to see | |
Confuse the issue till you forget | |
And I' ve tried | |
To finally decide | |
Why | |
I' m in your face | |
And if you can' t already tell | |
I am unable to let things go | |
I' m told I do it very well | |
But more important you should know | |
That all the same | |
You' ve got no one to blame | |
But yourself | |
If you call that a waste | |
Cause it ain' t me | |
That' s been hurting you inside | |
And if you' ve learned | |
You' ll know much more than I | |
That you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' ll get no answer from me | |
About what I get or what I want | |
That was enough to make her leave | |
She' s not the first one come and gone | |
And I don' t care | |
Buyer beware | |
Of me | |
Cause it might get rough | |
If you want peace then live alone | |
If you wanna hide then find a stage | |
Each a brief but perfect home | |
To accommodate your rage | |
And sometimes | |
In the midst of all my crimes | |
I feel lost | |
Or have I lost enough | |
Remaining friends | |
Remind me as they say | |
It' s up to you | |
The things you throw away | |
And still you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' re gonna have to look around |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
You' ll get no answer from me | |
About what I want or what I get | |
Brave enough to speak afraid to see | |
Confuse the issue till you forget | |
And I' ve tried | |
To finally decide | |
Why | |
I' m in your face | |
And if you can' t already tell | |
I am unable to let things go | |
I' m told I do it very well | |
But more important you should know | |
That all the same | |
You' ve got no one to blame | |
But yourself | |
If you call that a waste | |
Cause it ain' t me | |
That' s been hurting you inside | |
And if you' ve learned | |
You' ll know much more than I | |
That you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' ll get no answer from me | |
About what I get or what I want | |
That was enough to make her leave | |
She' s not the first one come and gone | |
And I don' t care | |
Buyer beware | |
Of me | |
Cause it might get rough | |
If you want peace then live alone | |
If you wanna hide then find a stage | |
Each a brief but perfect home | |
To accommodate your rage | |
And sometimes | |
In the midst of all my crimes | |
I feel lost | |
Or have I lost enough | |
Remaining friends | |
Remind me as they say | |
It' s up to you | |
The things you throw away | |
And still you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
That kept you on your own | |
And simply put them down | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' re gonna have to look around | |
You' re gonna have to look around |