| Writing To Reach You | |
| Every day I wake up and it's Sunday | |
| Whatever's in my head won't go away | |
| The radio is playing all the usual | |
| And what's a wonderwall anyway | |
| Because my inside is outside | |
| My right side's on the left side | |
| 'Cos I'm writing to reach you | |
| But I might never reach you | |
| I long to teach you about you | |
| But that's not you | |
| It's good to know that you are home for Christmas | |
| It's good to know that you are doing well | |
| It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting | |
| It's good to know I'm feeling not so well | |
| Because my inside is outside | |
| My right side's on the left side | |
| 'Cos I'm writing to reach you | |
| But I might never reach you | |
| I long to teach you about you | |
| But that's not you | |
| Do you know it's true | |
| And that won't do | |
| Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday | |
| And whatever's in my head should go away | |
| Still the radio keeps playing all the usual | |
| And what's a wonderwall anyway | |
| Because my inside is outside | |
| My right side's on the left side | |
| 'Cos I'm writing to reach you | |
| But I might never reach you | |
| I long to teach you about you | |
| But that's not you | |
| Do you know it's true | |
| And that won't do | |
| You know it's you | |
| I'm talking to | |
| The Fear | |
| All I wanted was the chance to say | |
| I would like to see you in the morning | |
| Rolling over to have you there | |
| Would make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| But here | |
| Closer every year | |
| So near | |
| The fear is coming clear | |
| My dear | |
| The fear is here | |
| Hottest summer in a hundred years | |
| But summer didn't bother | |
| Getting up this morning | |
| And so all the trees forgot to wake | |
| They were dropping all their leaves | |
| On the ground below them | |
| But here | |
| Closer every year | |
| So near | |
| The fear is coming clear | |
| My dear | |
| The fear is here | |
| All I wanted was the chance to say | |
| I would like to see you in the morning | |
| Rolling over just to have you there | |
| Would make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| Make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| Make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| Make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| Make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| Make it easy for a little bit longer | |
| As You Are | |
| Everyday I wake up alone | |
| I'm not like all the other boys | |
| And ever since I was young | |
| I had no choice | |
| But it's OK to lead me on | |
| I admit it's not much fun | |
| To be led on by such a one | |
| As you are | |
| As you are | |
| As you are | |
| And ever since I woke up I felt the net | |
| Was lifting me out of the sea | |
| And even when I'm sinking I feel the need | |
| But it's OK to lead me on | |
| I must admit it's not much fun | |
| To be alone with such a one | |
| As you are | |
| As you are | |
| As you are | |
| And ever since a long time | |
| I felt the rain | |
| And there was no danger | |
| And no more strangers | |
| As you are | |
| Driftwood | |
| Everything is open | |
| Nothing is set in stone | |
| Rivers turn to oceans | |
| Oceans tide you home | |
| Home is where the heart is | |
| But your heart had to roam | |
| Drifting over bridges | |
| Never to return | |
| Watching bridges burn | |
| You're driftwood floating underwater | |
| Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces | |
| Just driftwood, hollow and of no use | |
| Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you | |
| Nobody is an island | |
| Everyone had to go | |
| Pillars turn to butter | |
| Butterflying low | |
| Low is where your heart is | |
| But your heart has to grow | |
| Drifting under bridges | |
| Never with the flow | |
| And you really didn't think it would happen | |
| But it really is the end of the line | |
| So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood | |
| But you've been drifting for a long, long time | |
| Everywhere there's trouble | |
| Nowhere's safe to go | |
| Pushes turn to shovels | |
| Shovelling the snow | |
| Frozen you have chosen | |
| The path you wish to go | |
| Drifting now forever | |
| And forever more | |
| Until you reach your shore | |
| You're driftwood floating underwater | |
| Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces | |
| Just driftwood, hollow and of no use | |
| Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you | |
| And you really didn't think it would happen | |
| But it really is the end of the line | |
| So I'm sorry that you've turned to driftwood | |
| But you've been drifting for a long, long time | |
| You've been drifting, for a long, long | |
| Drifting for a long, long time | |
| The Last Laugh Of the Laughter | |
| When the laughter fades away | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| When there's nothing left to say | |
| Ma vie | |
| My oh my | |
| It's the last laugh of the laughter | |
| Sur la dernier page du chapitre | |
| On the last day of the year | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| When the spotlight fades away | |
| Ma vie | |
| C'est la vie | |
| When the blue skies turn to grey | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| It's the last laugh of the laughter | |
| Sur la dernier page du chapitre | |
| On the last day of the year | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| When the laughter fades away | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| When there's nothing more to say | |
| Ma vie | |
| My oh my | |
| It's the last laugh of the laughter | |
| Sur la dernier page du chapitre | |
| On the last day of the year | |
| Ma vie | |
| Tout ma vie | |
| Ma vie | |
| My oh my | |
| Turn | |
| I want to see what people saw | |
| I want to feel like I felt before | |
| I want to see the kingdom come | |
| I want to feel forever young | |
| I want to sing | |
| To sing my song | |
| I want to live in a world where I belong | |
| I want to live | |
| I will survive | |
| And I believe that it won't be very long | |
| If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn | |
| Then we might learn | |
| So where's the stars? | |
| Up in the sky | |
| And what's the moon? | |
| A big balloon | |
| We'll never know unless we grow | |
| There's so much world outside the door | |
| I want to sing | |
| To sing my song | |
| I want to live in a world where I'll be strong | |
| I want to live | |
| I will survive | |
| And I believe that it won't be very long | |
| If we turn, turn, turn, turn | |
| And if we turn, turn, turn, turn | |
| Then we might learn | |
| Turn, turn, turn, turn | |
| Turn, turn, turn | |
| And if we turn, turn, turn, turn | |
| Then we might learn | |
| Learn to turn | |
| Why Does It Always Rain On Me? | |
| I can't sleep tonight | |
| Everybody saying everything's alright | |
| Still I can't close my eyes | |
| I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights | |
| Sunny days | |
| Where have you gone? | |
| I get the strangest feeling you belong | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Even when the sun is shining | |
| I can't avoid the lightning | |
| I can't stand myself | |
| I'm being held up by an invisible man | |
| Still life on a shelf when | |
| I got my mind on something else | |
| Sunny days | |
| Where have you gone? | |
| I get the strangest feeling you belong | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Even when the sun is shining | |
| I can't avoid the lightning | |
| Oh, where did the blue skies go? | |
| And why is it raining so? | |
| It's so cold | |
| I can't sleep tonight | |
| Everybody's saying everything's all right | |
| Still I can't close my eyes | |
| I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of the lights | |
| Sunny days | |
| Where have you gone? | |
| I get the strangest feeling you belong | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? | |
| Even when the sun is shining | |
| I can't avoid the lightning | |
| Oh, where did the blue skies go? | |
| And why is it raining so? | |
| It's so cold | |
| Why does it always rain on me? | |
| Why does it always rain on.... | |
| Luv | |
| What's so wrong? | |
| Why the face so long | |
| Is it over? | |
| And where you going that | |
| You no longer belong here? | |
| And distance tells you that | |
| Distance must come between love | |
| Where have you been Luv? | |
| When the mistake we made | |
| Was in never having planned to fall in love, Luv | |
| Singing this song | |
| Singing along | |
| Makes it easier for me to see you go | |
| But in doing so | |
| I'm letting you go | |
| It only serves to show me | |
| That I'm still in love with you | |
| Singing this song | |
| Singing along | |
| Makes it easier for me to see you go | |
| But in doing so | |
| In letting you go | |
| It only serves to show me | |
| That I'm still in love with you | |
| So what's so wrong? | |
| Why the face? | |
| So long | |
| Are you changing? | |
| And where you been to that | |
| You no longer remember? | |
| And distance tells you that | |
| Distance must come between love | |
| Where have you been Luv? | |
| It's just the chance we took | |
| Having never ever planned to fall in love, Luv | |
| Having never ever planned to fall in love, Luv | |
| Having never ever planned to fall in love, Luv | |
| Luv | |
| She's So Strange | |
| She's so strange | |
| And she wore a black moustache | |
| And pilfered all the petty cash | |
| She went to Birmingham | |
| She'll soon be in the can | |
| She's so cruel | |
| And she knew what just what to do | |
| And while the cats were all sniffing glue | |
| They played their silly games | |
| And now they'll take the blame | |
| What she'd done | |
| And she didn't know quite what she did | |
| And they told her that she better had | |
| So now she starts to cry | |
| Without a reason why | |
| She's so poor | |
| And only now she's looking back | |
| Sees her story on a paperback | |
| What will become of her | |
| There's not much left for her | |
| Slide Show | |
| Today is the day | |
| For dancing and for singing | |
| The birds in the trees and all | |
| The bells are ringing | |
| The sun is in the sky | |
| Is bright as bright second light | |
| Is bright oh god I hope I'm alright | |
| Cause I'm gonna cry | |
| Hold on, hold on | |
| Slow down, slow down | |
| You're out of touch | |
| Out of touch | |
| 'Cause there is no design for life | |
| There's no devil's haircut in my mind | |
| There is not a wonderwall to climb | |
| To climb or step around | |
| But there is a slide show and it's so slow | |
| Flashing through my mind | |
| Today was the day | |
| But only for the first time | |
| Hold on, hold on | |
| Slow down, slow down | |
| You're out of touch | |
| Out of touch | |
| 'Cause there is no design for life | |
| There is no devil's haircut in your mind | |
| There is not a wonderwall | |
| To climb or step around | |
| But there is a slidesshow and it's so slow | |
| Flashing through my mind | |
| Today was the day | |
| But only for the first time | |
| I hope it's not the last time | |
| Blue Flashing Light | |
| Saturday evening | |
| Saturday evening | |
| A quarter to five | |
| Oh we see him arrive at the door | |
| Pushed you aside as he staggered inside | |
| Spitting alcohol over the floor | |
| A storm is abrew | |
| And it's sure to fall soon | |
| As I look at you from the shore | |
| So you'd better hold on | |
| Cos it's Saturday night | |
| And your friends are all out | |
| And you feel like shit | |
| Cos they never call you | |
| No they never call you | |
| No they never call, never call, never bloody ever ... | |
| Call me a name and I'll hit you again | |
| You're a slut, you're a bitch, you're a whore | |
| Talk to your daddy in that tone of voice | |
| There's a belt hanging over the door | |
| So you run to your room and you hide in your room | |
| Thinking how you can settle the score | |
| But it's Saturday night and a quarter to six | |
| And your friends are all out | |
| But you live in the sticks | |
| Still they never call you | |
| No they never call you | |
| No they never call, never call, never bloody ever call | |
| Blue flashing light last Saturday night | |
| Brought the neighbours all out on the street | |
| Watched as the firemen carried you out | |
| Then we stared at each other's feet | |
| Now everyone sees and yet nobody says | |
| Are we all just afraid of the heat? | |
| But it's Saturday night and I'm lying alone | |
| In the bed that I made, disconnected the phone | |
| Still they never called you | |
| No they never call you | |
| No they never call, never call, never bloody ever call | |