| Song | 21 York Street |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Further from the Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| I went to York Street | |
| Saw the house where I was born | |
| And watched the river flow | |
| Under the bridge where | |
| Clocks were turning | |
| Women talking | |
| Dogs were barking | |
| Watched the faces glow | |
| And all the words | |
| Like bubbles rise | |
| Advice and orders | |
| Tender lies the truth | |
| Don't tell me which way I should go | |
| Outside a butchers shop | |
| I saw a girl who looked a lot | |
| Like someone that I used to know | |
| I recognised expressions | |
| Eyes of boys in men | |
| Forgotten now | |
| Gods knows how many years ago | |
| And as I paused | |
| Deep breathing air | |
| My voice it roared | |
| But wavered only softly | |
| Through the town that I call home |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| I went to York Street | |
| Saw the house where I was born | |
| And watched the river flow | |
| Under the bridge where | |
| Clocks were turning | |
| Women talking | |
| Dogs were barking | |
| Watched the faces glow | |
| And all the words | |
| Like bubbles rise | |
| Advice and orders | |
| Tender lies the truth | |
| Don' t tell me which way I should go | |
| Outside a butchers shop | |
| I saw a girl who looked a lot | |
| Like someone that I used to know | |
| I recognised expressions | |
| Eyes of boys in men | |
| Forgotten now | |
| Gods knows how many years ago | |
| And as I paused | |
| Deep breathing air | |
| My voice it roared | |
| But wavered only softly | |
| Through the town that I call home |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| I went to York Street | |
| Saw the house where I was born | |
| And watched the river flow | |
| Under the bridge where | |
| Clocks were turning | |
| Women talking | |
| Dogs were barking | |
| Watched the faces glow | |
| And all the words | |
| Like bubbles rise | |
| Advice and orders | |
| Tender lies the truth | |
| Don' t tell me which way I should go | |
| Outside a butchers shop | |
| I saw a girl who looked a lot | |
| Like someone that I used to know | |
| I recognised expressions | |
| Eyes of boys in men | |
| Forgotten now | |
| Gods knows how many years ago | |
| And as I paused | |
| Deep breathing air | |
| My voice it roared | |
| But wavered only softly | |
| Through the town that I call home |