| 歌曲 | Side Streets |
| 歌手 | Saint Etienne |
| 专辑 | Voices of Angels |
| The neighborhood that | |
| I live in, | |
| I’ve always seen as home. | |
| At certain times at the evening, | |
| It’s like a no-go zone. | |
| Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. | |
| And I’ve got features | |
| I quite like | |
| And don’t mind keeping. | |
| But I still walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when | |
| I’m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
| I wouldn’t set a foot outside. | |
| You say I live in a bubble, | |
| I find a bubbles best. | |
| I don't think of the trouble | |
| Just turn and head due west. | |
| Quite light on my feet if | |
| I ever need be, | |
| As I zip down the street, | |
| No one ever sees me. | |
| But I still walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when | |
| I’m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
| I wouldn’t set a foot outside. | |
| I’m tempting fate, (I know, tell me about it) | |
| So nonchalant, (I know and I don't doubt it) | |
| I’ll probably get it tommorrow. | |
| Till then | |
| I walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when i’m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe… (Side streets home) (On my own) | |
| Believe... |
| The neighborhood that | |
| I live in, | |
| I' ve always seen as home. | |
| At certain times at the evening, | |
| It' s like a nogo zone. | |
| Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend. | |
| And I' ve got features | |
| I quite like | |
| And don' t mind keeping. | |
| But I still walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when | |
| I' m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
| I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
| You say I live in a bubble, | |
| I find a bubbles best. | |
| I don' t think of the trouble | |
| Just turn and head due west. | |
| Quite light on my feet if | |
| I ever need be, | |
| As I zip down the street, | |
| No one ever sees me. | |
| But I still walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when | |
| I' m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe all the bad press and horror stories, | |
| I wouldn' t set a foot outside. | |
| I' m tempting fate, I know, tell me about it | |
| So nonchalant, I know and I don' t doubt it | |
| I' ll probably get it tommorrow. | |
| Till then | |
| I walk the side streets home, | |
| Even when i' m on my own. | |
| If I let myself believe Side streets home On my own | |
| Believe... |