The Trouble With Poets Lyrics
| Song | The Trouble With Poets |
| Artist | Peter Mulvey |
| Album | The Trouble With Poets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goodrich, Mulvey | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much | |
| They tell us it hurts them a little more | |
| And we cannot tell if they make this up | |
| We've never stood in their shoes, in skins, in their heads, on their shores | |
| The trouble with you is you drive me nuts | |
| I cannot tell what's behind your smile | |
| What can we find just to lift us up | |
| Just for tonight, for a time, for the sake us of all for awhile | |
| I know it's only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| I wish that peace of mind was something I could steal | |
| The trouble with shoes is they come untied | |
| You might take a fall down the stairs | |
| And a poet might come along and say, "Ain't that just like life" | |
| I think the trouble with poets is they see poetry everywhere | |
| I know it's only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| But I could use just a month or two or ten to heal | |
| The trouble with time is it don't go back | |
| Or maybe that trouble is with you and me | |
| We are so scared of that fade to black | |
| That we'll push and we'll pull and we'll do anything to be free | |
| I know, I push, I struggle | |
| I know it's just the deal | |
| I know it's only trouble | |
| Oh, I know it's what makes us real | |
| But I know sometimes, nobody knows | |
| Nobody knows | |
| Not even poets know | |
| How I feel | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much (x2) |
| zuo qu : Goodrich, Mulvey | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much | |
| They tell us it hurts them a little more | |
| And we cannot tell if they make this up | |
| We' ve never stood in their shoes, in skins, in their heads, on their shores | |
| The trouble with you is you drive me nuts | |
| I cannot tell what' s behind your smile | |
| What can we find just to lift us up | |
| Just for tonight, for a time, for the sake us of all for awhile | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| I wish that peace of mind was something I could steal | |
| The trouble with shoes is they come untied | |
| You might take a fall down the stairs | |
| And a poet might come along and say, " Ain' t that just like life" | |
| I think the trouble with poets is they see poetry everywhere | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| But I could use just a month or two or ten to heal | |
| The trouble with time is it don' t go back | |
| Or maybe that trouble is with you and me | |
| We are so scared of that fade to black | |
| That we' ll push and we' ll pull and we' ll do anything to be free | |
| I know, I push, I struggle | |
| I know it' s just the deal | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| Oh, I know it' s what makes us real | |
| But I know sometimes, nobody knows | |
| Nobody knows | |
| Not even poets know | |
| How I feel | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Goodrich, Mulvey | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much | |
| They tell us it hurts them a little more | |
| And we cannot tell if they make this up | |
| We' ve never stood in their shoes, in skins, in their heads, on their shores | |
| The trouble with you is you drive me nuts | |
| I cannot tell what' s behind your smile | |
| What can we find just to lift us up | |
| Just for tonight, for a time, for the sake us of all for awhile | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| I wish that peace of mind was something I could steal | |
| The trouble with shoes is they come untied | |
| You might take a fall down the stairs | |
| And a poet might come along and say, " Ain' t that just like life" | |
| I think the trouble with poets is they see poetry everywhere | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| I know it makes us real | |
| But I could use just a month or two or ten to heal | |
| The trouble with time is it don' t go back | |
| Or maybe that trouble is with you and me | |
| We are so scared of that fade to black | |
| That we' ll push and we' ll pull and we' ll do anything to be free | |
| I know, I push, I struggle | |
| I know it' s just the deal | |
| I know it' s only trouble | |
| Oh, I know it' s what makes us real | |
| But I know sometimes, nobody knows | |
| Nobody knows | |
| Not even poets know | |
| How I feel | |
| The trouble with poets is they talk too much x2 |
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