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to feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive
do you see the stars or the darkness begin?
you fight your war, i fight for my life
you pay your dues and i'll pay mine
it's not war - just the end of love
just like before but it's never enough
oh, it's never enough
you fight your war, i fight for my life
you pay your dues, and i never pay mine
to feel forgiveness you gotta forgive
it's lost on me, i believe in revenge
it's not war - just the end of love
you've got the looks, but i've got the scars
it's not war - just the end of love
to feel some tenderness, do you have to give up?
do you have to give up?
oh, do you have to give up?
it's not war - just the end of love (just the end of...)
just like before, but it's never enough
it's not war - just the end of love
you weathered the storm but sheltered the loss
but sheltered the loss
but sheltered the loss
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I don't believe in absolutes anymore
I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong
This life it sucks your principles away
You have to fight against it every single day
These are the postcards from a young man
They may never be written or posted again
These are the postcards from a young man
They may never be written or posted again
It is like so many other things
As distant as your former sins
So sad and lonely and so derelict
As the optimism that we once shared
These are the postcards from a young man
They may never be written or posted again
These are the postcards from a young man
They may never be written or posted again
I'll send you postcards every single day
Just to prove I still exist
This world will not impose its will
I will not give up and I will not give in
And I will not give up and I will not give in
I won't betray your confidence
I won't pretend my way was lost
This world will not impose its will
I will not give up and I will not give in
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The sky is falling in on you
Crushed any happiness you knew
The tree gave more to you than love
It's still there but baby you're gone
Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, conclusions foregone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph
Laid yourself out under the stars
Some peace at last so don't be sad
A fitting end to your end
But baby, death's our only friend
Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, confusions foregone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph
Your future glories all empty of thoughts
There's beauty doing nothing at all
It's what you wanted, it's what you got
Your final search for truth has stopped
There's beauty doing nothing at all
Never, never stop
Never, never, never stop
Never stop
Never stop
Never stop
Never
Remember you, stretched out in the sun
All alone forever, conclusions forgone
Will you find some kind of nothingness?
Still and lonely like an old school photograph
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Will my kingdom disappear and fade away
Will sleep overcome the hurt and then decay
I can't be poisoned and you will not make me cry
I've cleansed my ugliness & I've cleansed my paranoia
The winner takes it all
My baby teeth are gone
Into a better place
That I have yet to go
Will I burn or will I pray
Will sleep consume my waking days
Descent is getting steeper day by day
This is my last descent
I hope I'm making sense
I've lost my last defence
This is my last descent
Have my expectations gone too far again
Do I have the courage of the books I've read
Do you understand the pain we're going through
There is no need to leave us* beaten black and blue
The winner takes it all
My baby teeth are gone
Into a better place
That I have yet to go
Will I burn or will I pray
Will sleep consume my waking days
Descent is getting steeper day by day
This is my last descent
I hope I'm making sense
I've lost my last defence
This is my last descent
This is my last descent
I hope I'm making sense
I've lost my last defence
The pages that you left
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The modern world sits so easily
A different kind of honesty
Yes I worship at the altar
I am a happy consumer
A record shop and some clarity
Don't need a wilderness to feel solitary
Oh don't need a wilderness
So take me back
To Hazelton Avenue
Motion coffee sleep
It's all I really need
Moving on accept all my apologies
Oh motion coffee sleep
Please accept all my apologies
Amongst the crowd the disconnect is sweeter
Alone in bed the joy is even deeper
I feel like I could - write a best seller
So take me back
To Hazelton Avenue
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The more I want to be me, the less I know myself
The living left to die, while ghosts are brought to life
Welcome to these slave trades
Drained of delusion and buried in debt
How the hell do we find each other suffering auto intoxication
But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived
I am so lucky, I think that I survived
I am what I am, my body belongs to me
My work will set me free and fulfil my dreams
A new economy embraces the ruins
It makes us strong and soothes our fears
Welcome to these slave trades
Drained of delusion and buried in debt
How the hell do we find each other suffering auto intoxication
But disaster isn't coming, it's already arrived
I am so lucky, I think that I survived
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The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep, got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
Oh what a shangri-la
Oh what a shell we are
Oh what a mess we've made
What happened to those days
When everything seemed possible
With no-one to tell you no
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
Born to be a communist
But then the marriage failed
As did the partnership
The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep, got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
I fell back in love with love
I know that it might sound odd
The liberal left destroyed
Every bit of our youth
Left with the barest of bones
Leaving us all with holes
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did the feeling go?
Why colonise the moon
When every different kind
Of desperation exists?
In every single home
Where did the feeling go?
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
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I think I've found it
And I think I love it
Buried in the dirt, hiding from the light
So I walked to the sea
Threw a pebble in for you and me
A day of wine and roses
Has made me feel alive
My letter was burnt but your words were wise
For mystery and youth must surely collide
I'm gonna soak up the sun
I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up
A song of anti-matter
Which might explain the absence
Of any precious jewels of truth to save mankind
I think I've found it
And I think I love it
Buried in the dirt, hiding from the light
My letter was burnt but your words were wise
For mystery and youth must surely collide
These things I've seen bring tears to my eyes
Live with me through the threads of your lives
These things I've seen bring tears to my eyes
Live with me through the threads of our lives, our lives
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We've finally found a way
To consume boredom every day
We've all become our personal gods
We've all become so sad and lost
So sad
So sad and lost
A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
A billion lies becoming the truth
An ecstasy of the eye
As wide as eternity tonight
We found expression for our hate
Without any kind of consequence
Who needs patience anymore
When all our pleasure's virtual
A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our screams
A billion lies becoming the truth
An ecstasy of the eye
As wide as eternity tonight
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I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted
And we discovered was even more despair
But we learned how to cope, we learnt now not to care
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
A sad indictment of what we're good at
We're all part of the grand delusion
We made so much and we let it all crumble
To safeguard our rights to make us more human
Oh this country is but an empty shell
A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
It's so damn easy, and inescapable
"We're so post-modern, We're so post-everything"
All we make is entertainment
An end to hope and civilisation
A simple way to seek perfection
Please don't tell the nation of being exposed
It only confirms what we already know
Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives
Breaking up our bones, breaking up our minds
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Wipe those tears away
Keep as still as you can
Hold your breath and dig deep
And stop those trembling hands
Make yourself pretty
Just for one last time
No one will ever know
You ever left your prime
The future has been here forever
The future's still unclear whatever
This place it left me
A long, long time ago
But it still keeps me here
It still keeps me close
When i start to break free
It calls me back again
Like the Godfather 3
I never can escape
My future has been here forever
The future's still unclear whatever
When you can't shake off your yesterdays
When you can't rewrite your histories
When you let some love break through the light
When you let someone come into your life
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The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return
The sickos and the bullies praise your name
You've enriched their lives with pleasure and fame
As a corporate as the suits you won't wear
As stupid as the jeans you tear
As evil as the pretence you care
God save us all from Satan's stare
Don't be evil, just be corporate
Fool the world with all your own importance
Portray your tedium for the world to see
Your own movie star and it's for free
The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return
With normal people living normal lives
Normal things seen through normal eyes
As a corporate as the suits you won't wear
As stupid as the jeans you tear
As evil as the pretence you care
God save us all from Satan's stare
Don't be evil, just be corporate
Fool the world with all your own importance
Portray your tedium for the world to see
Your own movie star and it's for free
The music is going, the sun ain't showing
The printed word is all done and dusted
Don't be evil, just be corporate
Fool the world with all your own importance
The music is going, the sun ain't showing
Pretend technology made us equal
Don't be evil, just be corporate
Fool the world with all your own importance
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