| Song | A Forest Of Pronouns |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | X my Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| Yes, questions | |
| coming up on the autocue | |
| and I'm open to suggestion | |
| but can I say the same for you? | |
| So lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| that I can't see the wood for the trees... | |
| Got to face up to the showdown | |
| between you, me and him, which is we? | |
| Strange language fills my head: | |
| (It isn't written, you can take it as read if you dare to believe it | |
| the buts stop where the arrow's sped, | |
| this is the main chance, take it or leave it.) | |
| It isn't written but still I take it as read. | |
| I heard the grass growing under my feet – | |
| oh, princess, what might have been? | |
| Once your kisses were so bittersweet | |
| that I got caught in the in-between. | |
| Strange voices came and went | |
| (It isn't certain, but it's 90%, yeah, you'd better believe it. | |
| The buck stops when the arrow's spent, this is the get-out, | |
| take it or leave it.) | |
| If I'm uncertain still I leave it unsaid. | |
| I can't take it, can't leave it. | |
| Yes, questions – though responses remain unsure; | |
| still I stay open for suggestions – for this there's no simple cure. | |
| And I got lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| so I can't see the wood for the trees. | |
| Strange language floods my head... | |
| (It isn't certain, but it's 90%, yeah, you'd better believe it. | |
| The butts stop where the arrow's sped, this is the get-out, | |
| take it or leave it.) | |
| It isn't written... do I take it as read? | |
| I can't take it, can't leave it. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| Yes, questions | |
| coming up on the autocue | |
| and I' m open to suggestion | |
| but can I say the same for you? | |
| So lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| that I can' t see the wood for the trees... | |
| Got to face up to the showdown | |
| between you, me and him, which is we? | |
| Strange language fills my head: | |
| It isn' t written, you can take it as read if you dare to believe it | |
| the buts stop where the arrow' s sped, | |
| this is the main chance, take it or leave it. | |
| It isn' t written but still I take it as read. | |
| I heard the grass growing under my feet | |
| oh, princess, what might have been? | |
| Once your kisses were so bittersweet | |
| that I got caught in the inbetween. | |
| Strange voices came and went | |
| It isn' t certain, but it' s 90, yeah, you' d better believe it. | |
| The buck stops when the arrow' s spent, this is the getout, | |
| take it or leave it. | |
| If I' m uncertain still I leave it unsaid. | |
| I can' t take it, can' t leave it. | |
| Yes, questions though responses remain unsure | |
| still I stay open for suggestions for this there' s no simple cure. | |
| And I got lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| so I can' t see the wood for the trees. | |
| Strange language floods my head... | |
| It isn' t certain, but it' s 90, yeah, you' d better believe it. | |
| The butts stop where the arrow' s sped, this is the getout, | |
| take it or leave it. | |
| It isn' t written... do I take it as read? | |
| I can' t take it, can' t leave it. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| Yes, questions | |
| coming up on the autocue | |
| and I' m open to suggestion | |
| but can I say the same for you? | |
| So lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| that I can' t see the wood for the trees... | |
| Got to face up to the showdown | |
| between you, me and him, which is we? | |
| Strange language fills my head: | |
| It isn' t written, you can take it as read if you dare to believe it | |
| the buts stop where the arrow' s sped, | |
| this is the main chance, take it or leave it. | |
| It isn' t written but still I take it as read. | |
| I heard the grass growing under my feet | |
| oh, princess, what might have been? | |
| Once your kisses were so bittersweet | |
| that I got caught in the inbetween. | |
| Strange voices came and went | |
| It isn' t certain, but it' s 90, yeah, you' d better believe it. | |
| The buck stops when the arrow' s spent, this is the getout, | |
| take it or leave it. | |
| If I' m uncertain still I leave it unsaid. | |
| I can' t take it, can' t leave it. | |
| Yes, questions though responses remain unsure | |
| still I stay open for suggestions for this there' s no simple cure. | |
| And I got lost in the forest of pronouns | |
| so I can' t see the wood for the trees. | |
| Strange language floods my head... | |
| It isn' t certain, but it' s 90, yeah, you' d better believe it. | |
| The butts stop where the arrow' s sped, this is the getout, | |
| take it or leave it. | |
| It isn' t written... do I take it as read? | |
| I can' t take it, can' t leave it. |