Song | Passing Stranger |
Artist | Scott Matthews |
Album | Passing Stranger |
作曲 : Matthews | |
See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name | |
It's a meaningful sign but it makes no sense | |
They saw you pass on through with only one shoe | |
And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide | |
There's a destiny song that's meant for me | |
But I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet | |
Like a single site you know it's all you've got | |
So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view | |
There's nobody you can accuse | |
The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside | |
I feel bruised | |
The mask that | |
I wear is unsure | |
Unable to find a known cure so | |
I hide forevermore | |
I was passing stranger with a name | |
I can't remember | |
I am going blind from the dust in my eyes | |
But the ground back home seems so far away | |
And I'm coughing up my lungs, but | |
I know I've gotta stay | |
I'm moving slow with nowhere to go | |
I stumble on a sign ' | |
One Mile To | |
Dine' It takes a little time and | |
I'm barely alive | |
But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath | |
The coffee you poured me is cold | |
The paper | |
I'm reading is old | |
And that smile is not your own | |
The clothes that | |
I wear are soaked through | |
I'm all out of luck for you | |
And there's a million things | |
I can't do | |
Can't do, | |
I can't do | |
Something strangely familiar about the way | |
I am I'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands | |
He says, "How are you, son, where you been all week?" | |
I recognize his voice even in my sleep | |
Lord only knows what | |
I got up to | |
Maybe it's best for me if | |
I just found my shoes | |
And confirm my suspicions for heaven's sake | |
And pick up my trail from my front gate | |
There's nobody you can accuse | |
The mirror portrays a bold truth | |
And from inside it's what you do | |
Start digging around and you'll find | |
Missing for years your own life | |
You're better off trying not to hide | |
Not to hide, trying not to hide |
zuò qǔ : Matthews | |
See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name | |
It' s a meaningful sign but it makes no sense | |
They saw you pass on through with only one shoe | |
And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide | |
There' s a destiny song that' s meant for me | |
But I' m weary of the soles of my innocent feet | |
Like a single site you know it' s all you' ve got | |
So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view | |
There' s nobody you can accuse | |
The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside | |
I feel bruised | |
The mask that | |
I wear is unsure | |
Unable to find a known cure so | |
I hide forevermore | |
I was passing stranger with a name | |
I can' t remember | |
I am going blind from the dust in my eyes | |
But the ground back home seems so far away | |
And I' m coughing up my lungs, but | |
I know I' ve gotta stay | |
I' m moving slow with nowhere to go | |
I stumble on a sign ' | |
One Mile To | |
Dine' It takes a little time and | |
I' m barely alive | |
But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath | |
The coffee you poured me is cold | |
The paper | |
I' m reading is old | |
And that smile is not your own | |
The clothes that | |
I wear are soaked through | |
I' m all out of luck for you | |
And there' s a million things | |
I can' t do | |
Can' t do, | |
I can' t do | |
Something strangely familiar about the way | |
I am I' m sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands | |
He says, " How are you, son, where you been all week?" | |
I recognize his voice even in my sleep | |
Lord only knows what | |
I got up to | |
Maybe it' s best for me if | |
I just found my shoes | |
And confirm my suspicions for heaven' s sake | |
And pick up my trail from my front gate | |
There' s nobody you can accuse | |
The mirror portrays a bold truth | |
And from inside it' s what you do | |
Start digging around and you' ll find | |
Missing for years your own life | |
You' re better off trying not to hide | |
Not to hide, trying not to hide |