| Song | Tell Your Story Walking |
| Artist | Deb Talan |
| Album | A Bird Flies Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Talan | |
| Tell it to the judge, man. | |
| Tell it to your motherless reflection. | |
| In a sock and one shoe | |
| after the great defection | |
| he said, "tell a lie sometimes, tell the truth | |
| when it suits you, and when you've lost your way | |
| tell a story." | |
| Tell your story, tell it, tell it. | |
| Tell your story to anyone who'll listen. | |
| Tell your story, don't stop talking | |
| just tell your story walking. | |
| Listing through Carol Gardens | |
| on the way to Cobble Hill | |
| I stopped by a psychic's dusty, wilted windowsill. | |
| Forgot what she told me, mostly | |
| but I remember one thing she said | |
| "You may slip and call some lousy fuck your friend | |
| but in the end you'll come out even | |
| then, tell your story." | |
| And it's a sorry, frightful thing | |
| when you want to cry, but you can't keep from laughing. | |
| Outside the church that's so quiet it dares you to shout | |
| you put a hand to your mouth to stop the rain. | |
| You do a St. Vitus dance, to the sky you raise your voice. | |
| This is your chance, you have no choice | |
| you tell your story. |
| zuo qu : Talan | |
| Tell it to the judge, man. | |
| Tell it to your motherless reflection. | |
| In a sock and one shoe | |
| after the great defection | |
| he said, " tell a lie sometimes, tell the truth | |
| when it suits you, and when you' ve lost your way | |
| tell a story." | |
| Tell your story, tell it, tell it. | |
| Tell your story to anyone who' ll listen. | |
| Tell your story, don' t stop talking | |
| just tell your story walking. | |
| Listing through Carol Gardens | |
| on the way to Cobble Hill | |
| I stopped by a psychic' s dusty, wilted windowsill. | |
| Forgot what she told me, mostly | |
| but I remember one thing she said | |
| " You may slip and call some lousy fuck your friend | |
| but in the end you' ll come out even | |
| then, tell your story." | |
| And it' s a sorry, frightful thing | |
| when you want to cry, but you can' t keep from laughing. | |
| Outside the church that' s so quiet it dares you to shout | |
| you put a hand to your mouth to stop the rain. | |
| You do a St. Vitus dance, to the sky you raise your voice. | |
| This is your chance, you have no choice | |
| you tell your story. |
| zuò qǔ : Talan | |
| Tell it to the judge, man. | |
| Tell it to your motherless reflection. | |
| In a sock and one shoe | |
| after the great defection | |
| he said, " tell a lie sometimes, tell the truth | |
| when it suits you, and when you' ve lost your way | |
| tell a story." | |
| Tell your story, tell it, tell it. | |
| Tell your story to anyone who' ll listen. | |
| Tell your story, don' t stop talking | |
| just tell your story walking. | |
| Listing through Carol Gardens | |
| on the way to Cobble Hill | |
| I stopped by a psychic' s dusty, wilted windowsill. | |
| Forgot what she told me, mostly | |
| but I remember one thing she said | |
| " You may slip and call some lousy fuck your friend | |
| but in the end you' ll come out even | |
| then, tell your story." | |
| And it' s a sorry, frightful thing | |
| when you want to cry, but you can' t keep from laughing. | |
| Outside the church that' s so quiet it dares you to shout | |
| you put a hand to your mouth to stop the rain. | |
| You do a St. Vitus dance, to the sky you raise your voice. | |
| This is your chance, you have no choice | |
| you tell your story. |