| Song | Show Me Who You Are |
| Artist | Smalltown Poets |
| Album | It's Later Than It's Ever Been |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goldman, Johnston, Peterson ... | |
| All that I know are questions | |
| But I'll never be the same | |
| Heard so much about you | |
| Now were famous face to face | |
| Walking toward emmaus | |
| What didn't Jesus say | |
| What I dare - ask of you | |
| Won't you talk to me that way | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Never look away | |
| Now I've come so far | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Show me | |
| Your hands and feet are busy | |
| And your nature I know well | |
| A lover of - your story | |
| And there's more of it to tell | |
| Don't think me unready | |
| Always slow to understand | |
| No naked truth - so heavy | |
| I should hear it second hand | |
| Open up my eyes | |
| With who you are | |
| Taken up inside | |
| Of who you are | |
| All the muscle and the bone | |
| Underneath the skin its shape is on | |
| Holds together all I should have known | |
| Should have known |
| zuo qu : Goldman, Johnston, Peterson ... | |
| All that I know are questions | |
| But I' ll never be the same | |
| Heard so much about you | |
| Now were famous face to face | |
| Walking toward emmaus | |
| What didn' t Jesus say | |
| What I dare ask of you | |
| Won' t you talk to me that way | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Never look away | |
| Now I' ve come so far | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Show me | |
| Your hands and feet are busy | |
| And your nature I know well | |
| A lover of your story | |
| And there' s more of it to tell | |
| Don' t think me unready | |
| Always slow to understand | |
| No naked truth so heavy | |
| I should hear it second hand | |
| Open up my eyes | |
| With who you are | |
| Taken up inside | |
| Of who you are | |
| All the muscle and the bone | |
| Underneath the skin its shape is on | |
| Holds together all I should have known | |
| Should have known |
| zuò qǔ : Goldman, Johnston, Peterson ... | |
| All that I know are questions | |
| But I' ll never be the same | |
| Heard so much about you | |
| Now were famous face to face | |
| Walking toward emmaus | |
| What didn' t Jesus say | |
| What I dare ask of you | |
| Won' t you talk to me that way | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Never look away | |
| Now I' ve come so far | |
| Show me who you are | |
| Show me | |
| Your hands and feet are busy | |
| And your nature I know well | |
| A lover of your story | |
| And there' s more of it to tell | |
| Don' t think me unready | |
| Always slow to understand | |
| No naked truth so heavy | |
| I should hear it second hand | |
| Open up my eyes | |
| With who you are | |
| Taken up inside | |
| Of who you are | |
| All the muscle and the bone | |
| Underneath the skin its shape is on | |
| Holds together all I should have known | |
| Should have known |