| Song | Stories I Tell (album version) - album version |
| Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
| Album | fear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |