Concerning the Horizon (Live)

作曲：Foy Vance

You hold up the walls

I walk the halls for the day

You look across the water and the waves

And I walk home in the rain

You always said there was something funny about me

Well, I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air

With no path and no horizon

About as hard as it gets

Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner

Though we spoke the same language

And smoked the same cigarettes

You were always talking about fighting

And my eyes were always on the horizon

Lately, doesn't care about love

So I can never show

Don't give me the ball

I'm the only one won't score a goal

You've always said that I act very old

Though I often feel warm there, standing in the cold air

With no path and no horizon

About as hard as it gets

Out there on the corner, I feel much like a foreigner

Though we spoke the same language

And smoked the same cigarettes

You were always talking about fighting

And my eyes were always on the horizon