There's a Story In Your Voice
Once upon another time, if you had the need
I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walkin'
'Cos someone put the hurt in you, for every one to see
And you only have to speak to tell your fortune
'Cos there's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there
Once you told me fairy tales, everybody knows
But I didn't care for their prediction
Now you say you're leavin' me and packin' up your clothes
I finally see you were a work of fiction
There's a story in your walk
Then you crumble just like chalk
I could say that I was sorry
But I wouldn't mean it much
There are pages I can't touch
And something that's been torn out of this chapter
Far away, not far enough 'cos I can still recall
How it felt when I read that last sentence
Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all
And hide myself from all hope of repentance
There's a story in your eyes
Cheap sunglasses might disguise
But when the bedroom light reveals
All that bravado and that fright
That you cover up in spite
Attempts to strip away this fabrication
There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there
I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walkin'
'Cos someone put the hurt in you, for every one to see
And you only have to speak to tell your fortune
'Cos there's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there
Once you told me fairy tales, everybody knows
But I didn't care for their prediction
Now you say you're leavin' me and packin' up your clothes
I finally see you were a work of fiction
There's a story in your walk
Then you crumble just like chalk
I could say that I was sorry
But I wouldn't mean it much
There are pages I can't touch
And something that's been torn out of this chapter
Far away, not far enough 'cos I can still recall
How it felt when I read that last sentence
Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all
And hide myself from all hope of repentance
There's a story in your eyes
Cheap sunglasses might disguise
But when the bedroom light reveals
All that bravado and that fright
That you cover up in spite
Attempts to strip away this fabrication
There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there
Credits
Writer(s): Elvis Costello
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