Tytuł: One Foot in Front of the Other

• Wykonawca: Bright Eyes
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If you walk away, I'll walk away
  First tell me which road you will take
  I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day
  So you walk that way, I'll walk this way
  
  And the future hangs over our heads
  And it moves with each current event
  Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain
  Just stay in when it's looking this way
  
  And the moon's laying low in the sky
  Forcing everything metal to shine
  And the sidewalk holds diamonds,
  Like a jewlery store case
  They argue walk this way, no walk this way
  
  And Laura's asleep in my bed
  As I'm leaving she wakes up and says,
  "I dreamed you were carried away,
  On the crest of a wave. Baby, don't go away.
  Come here."
  
  And there's kids playing guns in the street
  And one's pointing his tree branch at me
  So I put my hands up, I say "Enough is enough.
  If you walk away, I'll walk away."
  And then he shot me dead
  
  I found a liquid cure
  For my land-locked blues
  It will pass away, like a slow parade
  It's leaving, but I don't know how soon
  
  And the worlds got me dizzy again
  You'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin
  And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
  So I'm always pacing around,
  or walking away
  
  And I'm drinking the ink from my pen
  And I'm balancing history books up on my head
  And it all boils down to one quotable phrase
  "If you love something, give it away."
  
  A good woman will pick you apart
  A box full of suggestions for a possible heart
  And you may be offended, you may be afraid
  But don't walk away, don't walk away
  
  We made love on the living room floor
  With the noise in the background
  From televised war
  And in a defeaning pleasure
  I thought I heard someone say
  "If we walk away, they'll walk away."
  
  But greed is a bottomless pit
  And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss
  And the whole world must watch
  The sad comic display
  If you're still free, start running away
  'Cuz they're coming for ya
  
  I've grown tried of holding this pose
  I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
  So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame
  Saying "Let me walk away, please."
  
  You'll be free, child, once you have died
  From the shackles of language
  In measurable time
  And then we can trade places
  play musical graves
  tell them walk away, walk away, walk away
  
  So I'm up at dawn
  Putting on my shoes
  I just want to make a clean escape
  I'm leaving, but I don't know where to I'm leaving, but I don't know where to
  
  Thanks to Jackie (jackie_ann8@hotmail.com) for these lyrics
  
  [ Thanks dena for correction ]