Song | Stories I Tell (album version) - album version |
Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
Album | fear |
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作词 : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Don't give me answers for i would refuse | |
"yes" is a word for which i have no use | |
And i wasn't looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream | |
Caught between portraits and none's what it seems | |
And why is it people expect there's a change | |
When i feel i'm a part of something i can't see | |
I feel the same | |
Now don't ask me questions or i will retreat | |
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed | |
Now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Do we ever wonder? | |
And do you ever care... | |
Subtle salvation in poems we know | |
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home | |
Now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Stories i tell |
zuo ci : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Don' t give me answers for i would refuse | |
" yes" is a word for which i have no use | |
And i wasn' t looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream | |
Caught between portraits and none' s what it seems | |
And why is it people expect there' s a change | |
When i feel i' m a part of something i can' t see | |
I feel the same | |
Now don' t ask me questions or i will retreat | |
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed | |
Now i wasn' t looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Do we ever wonder? | |
And do you ever care... | |
Subtle salvation in poems we know | |
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home | |
Now i wasn' t looking for wreaths or for bells | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Stories i tell |
zuò cí : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
Don' t give me answers for i would refuse | |
" yes" is a word for which i have no use | |
And i wasn' t looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream | |
Caught between portraits and none' s what it seems | |
And why is it people expect there' s a change | |
When i feel i' m a part of something i can' t see | |
I feel the same | |
Now don' t ask me questions or i will retreat | |
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed | |
Now i wasn' t looking for heaven or hell | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Do we ever wonder? | |
And do you ever care... | |
Subtle salvation in poems we know | |
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home | |
Now i wasn' t looking for wreaths or for bells | |
Just someone to listen to stories i tell | |
Stories i tell |