Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Steps Forward, artist - Emmy The Great. Album song First Love, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.08.2009
Record label: Close Harbour
Song language: English
Two Steps Forward |
In the middle of September, we entertained the thought |
Of falling into rabbit holes and never coming out |
In the garden of a girl whose mum is friends with Elton John |
So she kept telling us |
But still |
We slipped a year or so behind ourselves, the time’s already gone |
When people were just people, not the jobs that they perform |
Our songs were just a thing we did with melodies and chords |
Now you’re available in all good record stores |
But I knew you best |
Back when love was just a feeling that ran out between my legs |
Onto the back of my dress |
Onto the clothes that I was wearing |
Oh, when I was a child I was expected to believe |
In something up above that no one touches or can see |
But they tell me that unless you’re looking out of magazines |
Well then, you don’t exist |
But I knew that you were real before I read it in an interview today |
Before I used you as a surface, did a line across your face |
In the toilet of a girl who’s sitting outside |
Dropping names like they were carpet bombs |
She knows everyone |
But I knew you first |
Back when love was underneath you |
With my fingers in the dirt |
You said, 'I'll stop if it hurts' |
You said, 'I'll stop it if it’s scaring' |
You said 'You know that I can stop this any time |
If you think that it is tearing' |
And I think of you when the leaves are brown |
I think of leaves that I have felt |
Against my body on the ground |
I think of places where we could go to now |
Until they find us, 'til they catch us |
'Til they wake us and we drown |
Until I know where I am |
I’m in a garden half-remembering your fingers in my hand |
Were like a book made of sand |
And it’s the middle of September, your image starts to fade |
To the one that they have printed on the 27th page |
Don’t like to read these things, you know I do it anyway |
I have no choice |
I have no choice, I say |
And I go out in the garden, where the birds begin to sing |
And I’m troubled by the thought of all the daylight they will bring |
And I think that I will let somebody take me home again |
'Cause if I knew you at all |
Then my love was underneath you, making puddles on the floor |
And I’m asleep to the thought of two people walking two steps forward |
Always to the lives they’ve chosen |
Clicks and hums and sirens in the sun |