Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steven, artist - Voxtrot. Album song Voxtrot, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.05.2007
Record label: Playlouderecordings
Song language: English
Steven |
Stephen, I love you, I can’t grow past you, |
I’m, homesick in spite of the place |
that I fostered and styled to raise this child |
who keeps me in pitch and in pace |
But I miss reaching for the lasers, |
the sound of the beat is eight clicks away, |
classes, school behaviour. |
sweating the night out of the sky, |
learning to laugh and not ask why. |
Stephen, I missed you, |
the whole world kissed you. |
You shut up in bloom like a fern |
that was spotted and black, |
with the leaves swirled backwards, |
as same trick too easy to turn. |
Should I change my name and move to the country? |
A life full of children and animals, |
white fences, landed gentry. |
Maybe I want to be myself, |
but I am somebody else. |
Nine months later, I’m the lonely one, |
with all the fruit of labour and half of the fun. |
(just like) crisp and cozy in the rising sun, |
we’ve got a heart of gold, man, it beats like a drum. |
It shakes, the pebbles are cracking and break, |
(the kid logic) dissolves and it all starts to give away, |
then nothing is ever the same, |
I can’t stand it. |
I want to be myself, |
but I am somebody else |
Stephen, I’m watching the world get boring, |
there’s too much restraint in the mix. |
I’d be overly flattered to feel so shattered to, |
have something broken and fixed. |
But i know the world outside is knocking |
the dream, the drive or the pedigree. |
The forces interlocking, |
well, maybe I want to be myself, |
but I am somebody else. |
Nine months later, I’m the lonely one, |
with all the fruit of labour and half of the fun. |
Just like crisp and cozy in the rising sun, |
he’s got a heart of gold, man, it beats like a drum. |
It shakes, the pebbles are cracking and break, |
(the kid logic) dissolves and it all starts to give away, |
and nothing is ever the same, |
I can’t stand it. |
I want to be myself, |
but I am somebody else |
And you’ll never have someone like me, |
if you’ll never leave then you’ll never see. |
I swear that I will pull you from the wreckage |
of this sunday, monday routine. |
I will pull you from the wreckage. |
oh, don’t you need me on my own. |
Cos you and me, |
we’re two of a kind. |
We’re two of a kind. |
Stephen, I love you, I can’t grow past you, |
I got nothing left to give to you. |