| Song | Public Place |
| Artist | Wire |
| Album | It’s Beginning To And Back Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gilbert, Gotobed, Lewis ... | |
| In this public place | |
| Pigeons move busily | |
| Through the contents | |
| Of a man's life | |
| In this public place | |
| His last mortal remains | |
| Reflect a private lake | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly in formation | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings | |
| It's deceptive at this angle | |
| Does truth dance? | |
| Does truth sing? | |
| The private hedge pissers | |
| In anxious alleys | |
| The village boy-wide-men | |
| With a game on their hands | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| That will take them to Heaven | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| Only they understand | |
| In this public place | |
| A carved tree | |
| Burst through an atheist's heart | |
| And broken promises | |
| Drifted into the shape of footprints | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly in-formation | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings |
| zuo ci : Gilbert, Gotobed, Lewis ... | |
| In this public place | |
| Pigeons move busily | |
| Through the contents | |
| Of a man' s life | |
| In this public place | |
| His last mortal remains | |
| Reflect a private lake | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly in formation | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings | |
| It' s deceptive at this angle | |
| Does truth dance? | |
| Does truth sing? | |
| The private hedge pissers | |
| In anxious alleys | |
| The village boywidemen | |
| With a game on their hands | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| That will take them to Heaven | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| Only they understand | |
| In this public place | |
| A carved tree | |
| Burst through an atheist' s heart | |
| And broken promises | |
| Drifted into the shape of footprints | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly information | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings |
| zuò cí : Gilbert, Gotobed, Lewis ... | |
| In this public place | |
| Pigeons move busily | |
| Through the contents | |
| Of a man' s life | |
| In this public place | |
| His last mortal remains | |
| Reflect a private lake | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly in formation | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings | |
| It' s deceptive at this angle | |
| Does truth dance? | |
| Does truth sing? | |
| The private hedge pissers | |
| In anxious alleys | |
| The village boywidemen | |
| With a game on their hands | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| That will take them to Heaven | |
| Wait for the sign | |
| Only they understand | |
| In this public place | |
| A carved tree | |
| Burst through an atheist' s heart | |
| And broken promises | |
| Drifted into the shape of footprints | |
| In this public place | |
| Lies fly information | |
| Candid fiction spreads its wings |