Toad The Wet Sprocket
Текст песни Stories I Tell

don't give me answers for i would refuse
"yes" is a word for which i have no use
and i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
just someone to listen to stories i tell

now what is a blessing and what is a dream
caught between portraits and none's what it seems
and why is it people expect there's a change
when i feel i'm a part of something i can't see
i feel the same

now don't ask me questions or i will retreat
fame is a cancer and ego its seed
now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
just someone to listen to stories i tell

do we ever wonder?
and do you ever care...

subtle salvation in poems we know
hiding our heads in a shadow of home
now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
just someone to listen to stories i tell
stories i tell