| Song | Footsteps |
| Artist | Brian Eno |
| Album | Wrong Way Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm a man of many colours: | |
| Only yesterday i was blue. | |
| Ten days from now, i'll be different | |
| And so will you. | |
| Written there in capital letters | |
| So as not to be misunderstood | |
| Making sure i'm clear, | |
| Telling bad from good. | |
| Two weeks ago in tokyo, | |
| A man from islamabad: | |
| Selling shells back to the rebels, | |
| Shells they never had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| I can hear your footsteps in my heart. | |
| Somebody make me an offer | |
| I've got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh. | |
| Driving hard through the snow-drift | |
| Like a moth to a naked light | |
| To keep an appointment in zurich | |
| With a man who hears footsteps in the night. | |
| Tired of what he's been doing, | |
| What it's done to his life... | |
| Getting most if what he needed | |
| Has left him with less than he had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| All i hear are your footsteps in my heart. |
| I' m a man of many colours: | |
| Only yesterday i was blue. | |
| Ten days from now, i' ll be different | |
| And so will you. | |
| Written there in capital letters | |
| So as not to be misunderstood | |
| Making sure i' m clear, | |
| Telling bad from good. | |
| Two weeks ago in tokyo, | |
| A man from islamabad: | |
| Selling shells back to the rebels, | |
| Shells they never had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| I can hear your footsteps in my heart. | |
| Somebody make me an offer | |
| I' ve got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh. | |
| Driving hard through the snowdrift | |
| Like a moth to a naked light | |
| To keep an appointment in zurich | |
| With a man who hears footsteps in the night. | |
| Tired of what he' s been doing, | |
| What it' s done to his life... | |
| Getting most if what he needed | |
| Has left him with less than he had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| All i hear are your footsteps in my heart. |
| I' m a man of many colours: | |
| Only yesterday i was blue. | |
| Ten days from now, i' ll be different | |
| And so will you. | |
| Written there in capital letters | |
| So as not to be misunderstood | |
| Making sure i' m clear, | |
| Telling bad from good. | |
| Two weeks ago in tokyo, | |
| A man from islamabad: | |
| Selling shells back to the rebels, | |
| Shells they never had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| I can hear your footsteps in my heart. | |
| Somebody make me an offer | |
| I' ve got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh. | |
| Driving hard through the snowdrift | |
| Like a moth to a naked light | |
| To keep an appointment in zurich | |
| With a man who hears footsteps in the night. | |
| Tired of what he' s been doing, | |
| What it' s done to his life... | |
| Getting most if what he needed | |
| Has left him with less than he had. | |
| All is clear: i can see for miles and miles. | |
| All i hear are your footsteps in my heart. |