| Song | Passing Stranger |
| Artist | Scott Matthews |
| Album | Passing Stranger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Matthews | |
| See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name | |
| It's a meaningful sign but it makes no sense | |
| They saw you pass on through with only one shoe | |
| And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide | |
| There's a destiny song that's meant for me | |
| But I'm weary of the soles of my innocent feet | |
| Like a single site you know it's all you've got | |
| So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view | |
| There's nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside | |
| I feel bruised | |
| The mask that | |
| I wear is unsure | |
| Unable to find a known cure so | |
| I hide forevermore | |
| I was passing stranger with a name | |
| I can't remember | |
| I am going blind from the dust in my eyes | |
| But the ground back home seems so far away | |
| And I'm coughing up my lungs, but | |
| I know I've gotta stay | |
| I'm moving slow with nowhere to go | |
| I stumble on a sign ' | |
| One Mile To | |
| Dine' It takes a little time and | |
| I'm barely alive | |
| But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath | |
| The coffee you poured me is cold | |
| The paper | |
| I'm reading is old | |
| And that smile is not your own | |
| The clothes that | |
| I wear are soaked through | |
| I'm all out of luck for you | |
| And there's a million things | |
| I can't do | |
| Can't do, | |
| I can't do | |
| Something strangely familiar about the way | |
| I am I'm sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands | |
| He says, "How are you, son, where you been all week?" | |
| I recognize his voice even in my sleep | |
| Lord only knows what | |
| I got up to | |
| Maybe it's best for me if | |
| I just found my shoes | |
| And confirm my suspicions for heaven's sake | |
| And pick up my trail from my front gate | |
| There's nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror portrays a bold truth | |
| And from inside it's what you do | |
| Start digging around and you'll find | |
| Missing for years your own life | |
| You're better off trying not to hide | |
| Not to hide, trying not to hide |
| zuo qu : Matthews | |
| See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name | |
| It' s a meaningful sign but it makes no sense | |
| They saw you pass on through with only one shoe | |
| And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide | |
| There' s a destiny song that' s meant for me | |
| But I' m weary of the soles of my innocent feet | |
| Like a single site you know it' s all you' ve got | |
| So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view | |
| There' s nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside | |
| I feel bruised | |
| The mask that | |
| I wear is unsure | |
| Unable to find a known cure so | |
| I hide forevermore | |
| I was passing stranger with a name | |
| I can' t remember | |
| I am going blind from the dust in my eyes | |
| But the ground back home seems so far away | |
| And I' m coughing up my lungs, but | |
| I know I' ve gotta stay | |
| I' m moving slow with nowhere to go | |
| I stumble on a sign ' | |
| One Mile To | |
| Dine' It takes a little time and | |
| I' m barely alive | |
| But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath | |
| The coffee you poured me is cold | |
| The paper | |
| I' m reading is old | |
| And that smile is not your own | |
| The clothes that | |
| I wear are soaked through | |
| I' m all out of luck for you | |
| And there' s a million things | |
| I can' t do | |
| Can' t do, | |
| I can' t do | |
| Something strangely familiar about the way | |
| I am I' m sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands | |
| He says, " How are you, son, where you been all week?" | |
| I recognize his voice even in my sleep | |
| Lord only knows what | |
| I got up to | |
| Maybe it' s best for me if | |
| I just found my shoes | |
| And confirm my suspicions for heaven' s sake | |
| And pick up my trail from my front gate | |
| There' s nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror portrays a bold truth | |
| And from inside it' s what you do | |
| Start digging around and you' ll find | |
| Missing for years your own life | |
| You' re better off trying not to hide | |
| Not to hide, trying not to hide |
| zuò qǔ : Matthews | |
| See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name | |
| It' s a meaningful sign but it makes no sense | |
| They saw you pass on through with only one shoe | |
| And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide | |
| There' s a destiny song that' s meant for me | |
| But I' m weary of the soles of my innocent feet | |
| Like a single site you know it' s all you' ve got | |
| So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view | |
| There' s nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside | |
| I feel bruised | |
| The mask that | |
| I wear is unsure | |
| Unable to find a known cure so | |
| I hide forevermore | |
| I was passing stranger with a name | |
| I can' t remember | |
| I am going blind from the dust in my eyes | |
| But the ground back home seems so far away | |
| And I' m coughing up my lungs, but | |
| I know I' ve gotta stay | |
| I' m moving slow with nowhere to go | |
| I stumble on a sign ' | |
| One Mile To | |
| Dine' It takes a little time and | |
| I' m barely alive | |
| But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath | |
| The coffee you poured me is cold | |
| The paper | |
| I' m reading is old | |
| And that smile is not your own | |
| The clothes that | |
| I wear are soaked through | |
| I' m all out of luck for you | |
| And there' s a million things | |
| I can' t do | |
| Can' t do, | |
| I can' t do | |
| Something strangely familiar about the way | |
| I am I' m sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands | |
| He says, " How are you, son, where you been all week?" | |
| I recognize his voice even in my sleep | |
| Lord only knows what | |
| I got up to | |
| Maybe it' s best for me if | |
| I just found my shoes | |
| And confirm my suspicions for heaven' s sake | |
| And pick up my trail from my front gate | |
| There' s nobody you can accuse | |
| The mirror portrays a bold truth | |
| And from inside it' s what you do | |
| Start digging around and you' ll find | |
| Missing for years your own life | |
| You' re better off trying not to hide | |
| Not to hide, trying not to hide |