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You'll Be There | Smoke and Mirrors | Ever So Gently | Has To Be Done | Red Sky | Music Box | Glass Houses | Story Of My Life | Better Than Everything | Underwater | Forever Dreaming | Fear No Evil
| You'll Be There |
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What did you think you’d accomplish? What did you hope to achieve? Is that a mask that you’re wearing there? Is that your heart on your sleeve? (So when you gonna let me in?) I’m no stranger to envy (When you gonna let me in?) And I won’t let certain things go (So when you gonna let me in?) But I’ll never question your loyalty (When you gonna let me in?) Just as long as I know… that You’ll be there when I get home I don’t have to sleep alone… If you could change your perspective If you could be someone else Would you be a saint or a supermodel? Or would you just be yourself? (So when you gonna let me in?) I would be someone important (When you gonna let me in?) But then at the end of the day (So when you gonna let me in?) No matter how pointless my life becomes (When you gonna let me in?) I’m sure it will all be okay… cos You’ll be there when I get home I don’t have to sleep alone… And when I need someone to hide behind You’ll be there When I’m grey and all my hair has fallen out You’ll be there When I have to put on a black shirt And sings songs about being still I will fear no evil because You’ll be there when I get home… You’ll be there when I get home I don’t have to sleep alone… |
| Smoke and Mirrors |
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I can travel through time I can travel through time and I’m gonna share my secret with the world I can travel through time I can travel through time I’m a time traveller moving slowly, forwards only, where no man has ever gone before, I’m going boldly. Don’t try and hold me back, my path is set, I’m a body obeying the laws of cause and effect. What did you expect? Face facts, your brain is where the action is and you ain’t in control of which chemical’s reacting with which, you’re as powerless as I am, I promise you, you couldn’t change your mind if you wanted to. Thoughts just appear in your head, right now you’re probably thinking about what I just said, and thoughts lead to actions, it’s true, you think then you do, so who’s in control here, me or you? In the end there’s no point denying it, you’re a one hundred percent product of your environment, dust in the wind float with us, choosing’s an illusion; smoke and mirrors, nothing more. I can travel through time I can travel through time and I’m gonna share my secret with the world I’m a time traveller, moving slowly, forwards only, unholy; my existence on this planet is solely coincidental, I’m not growing up, I’m just gradually losing potential. The more I learn the less I seem to know, as if all the information were somehow escaping, I’m not the person I was aged ten, every cell in my body’s been replaced since then. Born again, the millennium edition, my soul’s the only element that’s missing, but what is a soul? It all depends on your definition, everything we understand is confined by our language. You claim the sky is blue, me too but I’m never gonna know what that means to you. We’ve been talking forever about the things we observe, we’re no closer to the truth, we’ve just got more words and we can travel through time. I can travel through time I can travel through time and I’m gonna share my secret with the world I can travel through time I can travel through time |
| Ever So Gently |
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Ever so gently I stroke your hair You don’t even notice I’m standing there Unaware that while you lay sleeping My eyes stay open and both of them focus on you Ever so softly I say your name Drowned by the sound of the pouring rain Once again falling from heaven Striking the window and trickling into the room Ever so peacefully there you lay As all of the thoughts that you thought today Are filed away, electrical impulses Flood your subconscious with colourful nonsense And ever so strange and bizarre the show The things that you see I will never know And even though I don’t believe What you’re seeing has any particular meaning I’m watching you breathing My eyes are still open And deep down I’m secretly Hoping you’re dreaming of me |
| Has To Be Done |
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You go out, I’ll stay here You have fun, I’ve got things to do He says “it’s fine”, she says “it has to be done” You make love and I’ll make war You make friends, I’ll make enemies He won’t behave, she won’t admit when she’s wrong She says “it’s fine”, he says “it has to be done” You let up and I’ll let go You stay strong so I can fall apart He wants to talk, she wants to mess around He wants to run, she wants to settle down He wants it all, she says you’ve got it all... wrong He says “goodbye”. It hurts but it has to be done |
| Red Sky |
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Red sky With yellow clouds Green fields With dark black poisoned flowers How do you grow On these barren sands? How do you sleep With blood-stains on your hands? Red sky And orange flames Blue moon And ultraviolet rays How can you breathe This flavourless air? Why do you pray When you don’t even care? Red sky Red sky And purple dreams White rain And liquid crystal streams How could you lose With God on your side? How could you fail? You’ve never even tried. |
| Music Box |
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Aged eighteen you used to daydream, steer clear of the
mainstream, however loud they'd scream. Told yourself you’d
never do what they do, always remain true, thought you’d
change the world, but the world changed you. And you didn’t
even notice it happening, but here you are, legs spread,
coated in Vaseline. Man, I’m not surprised you’re sore, you’re
nothing more than a corporate whore, I wonder how much
they bought you for? Climb the ladder, live the dream, get a
job and a routine, be a cog in a machine, at last your heart’s
grown as mean and cold as the shareholders', you sold us out,
and for what? Are you having fun? I’m just getting fucked
cos I can’t think of anything better to spend my money on.
We’ve come a long way haven’t we? Oh apparently so, look at
all the clever things we’ve done, but what’s the point? Seems
to me we’re just making shit for the sake of it, supply and
demand you buy, head hurts from all the adverts you can’t
escape, however hard you try, but so what? Just as long as you
earn more, you don’t give a fuck what you do, who you work
for, or what you produce. Well whatever helps you sleep at
night, but God’s honest truth, “I’m just doing my job” is not
an excuse. So don’t you dare tell me to grow up, I know what
you mean, you mean give up, let go of your dream. Well fuck
you and the guns you never stuck to, thanks for helping make
a world with no one left to look up to. Go ahead give your life
to making the rich richer, pay attention to the details, forget
about the big picture, but brace yourself one day it’s gonna hit
you, you can’t take your money with you. And on that day, the music box will open and this is what will play. It’s embarrassing, but this is what happens when you murder heroes and idolise average men. Strange, I though we were taught to be honest, now for some reason we talk complete bollocks. You told yourself you were gonna make every second count, check it out, not exactly keeping your promise. Eat, sleep, watch TV, go to the pub and spend 35 hours a week in the office. And your job is so amazingly dull that your brain has melted and escaped from your skull. I see that vacant look on your face, well a culture based on war and waste can be an awfully boring place. But a flickering screen is all it takes, ooh, a celebrity falls from grace, wow, a sitcom that ain’t funny, oh I forgot, the aim is not to entertain it’s to make money. I’d like to make a toast to becoming the thing you hate the most, cheers, here’s to being bitter and twisted, to constantly taking the piss and making jokes, to never doing what you want to do cos you’re scared of other people making fun of you, to blatantly wasting your time, to knowing people starve every day and pretending that everything’s basically fine. “Yeah, but it’s not my fault,” I hear you crying, “perpetuating a system you didn’t design isn’t a crime,” no, but in a system that’s all about profit, there will always be war if it lines someone’s pocket. And while you’re doing nothing to stop it, you’re actually giving your endorsement, so what you do is important. One day you’re gonna realise you can’t just ignore it, cos if you don’t oppose it, you support it. And on that day, the music box will open and this is what will play. |
| Glass Houses |
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He who laughs last laughs loudest Throwing stones living in glass houses As darkness surrounds us We pray Deliver us from evil But God is dead, even worse We’re at the mercy of other people And they can try and pigeonhole us but we’re not gonna fit Too big for the boxes we tick Too small to admit that we’re in this together One life before the mirror Still no-one knows what the fuck is going on here Talking apes living on a big ball in space There’s no escape cos we’re sucked towards the centre You can’t hide from the eyes of the monster Oh if only you knew you’d be truly amazed Those aren’t stars, they’re just tiny little holes in the roof of the cave What a beautiful place We could lay right here You blew me away I had no idea I had no idea One giant leap for mankind One small change of season Hands tied, turned away from eden Seeking shelter when the nights get cold Left to chance when the dice are rolled Hard habits die old Lives unfold and there’s no going back Storylines intertwine and overlap like roads on a map While the blind lead the blind Still scared of admitting That there’s no adults here - only parents and children And still the sun rises and falls, though the shadows change: Outlines of warriors dance upon the desert plains Standing tall as the weather vanes turn Minds boggle, fires burn Blood sweat and tears spill for what once was free Unable to consider what the cost would be Man discovers greed as he first plants the seed Cos this no longer just exists This belongs to me This belongs to me |
| Story Of My Life |
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You let me down Might as well Give up now For what it’s worth Nothing on earth Even comes close To what I felt For you Start again Paper and pen And nothing else I’ll live by myself You’ll never find me I don’t wanna know I’ve had enough Take me home And don’t even try To kiss me goodbye It’s so demeaning Lying on the floor Waiting for The phone to ring Story of my life Suffice to say It’s disappointing |
| Better Than Everything |
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She’s got a smile like you wouldn’t believe. I ask her for her
number, she writes it on my record sleeve. We talk, dance,
kiss, get pissed. Haven’t met anyone as promising as this for
ages. She’s just my type, nice eyes and the long brown hair
I like, so I say, “when am I gonna see you again? Yeah, ok,
Monday night it is then.” We meet in the same place, she’s
at the bar with a cheeky grin on her face. I'm kinda late but
she's there with a mate so it's cool. She's all dressed up and
she looks incredible. The music’s loud, we have to shout.
She doesn’t want her friend to feel left out. She’s considerate
and she’s sweet, not just a good-looking idiot like most
girls I meet. It’s a really good night, even better than the first time I met her. We have a lot of fun together. So we go out again and then she pulls a sickie, comes round and spends the day with me. One minute we’re sitting there both fully dressed, and the next? Well, I’m sure you can guess. And we lay down to rest. She falls asleep on my bed with her head on my chest. It starts to get dark, we drive to the park for a spliff and a heartto- heart. She talks about her job and her ex and asks me what I look for in the opposite sex. Well, the answer’s right in front of me so I tell her, “I look for good company in somebody.” And there’s no way round it, deep down I know I’ve found it. Spending time with you is better than everything You’re all I know so take my hand and don’t let go I’ve booked two tickets to this show, it’s her birthday next week and I thought that she might like to go. I knew she’d be pleased but shit, she overreacts a bit, “I don’t believe it! You shouldn’t have!” She makes it feel like such a big deal when it isn’t; it’s just a stupid concert ticket! “Thanks, but you shouldn’t have spent so much.” She goes on about it enough, she won’t shut up. Anyway, the following week I meet up with her. We’ve agreed to see this film at the cinema. But when we arrive we find it isn’t showing so we end up going for a drive instead and then we head back to mine. Watch some videos, drink some wine. It isn’t what we’d planned but we have a good time and everything seems fine. However, after an hour or so she says she’s getting tired and she’d better go. “OK,” I say, “but you know you’re more than welcome to stay, it’s late and you live such a long way away.” As soon as I’ve said it I regret it cos she starts going on about how she just wants to have fun and not take things seriously, so I tell her, “whatever, it’s fine with me” and we agree we’ll just take things slowly, see how it goes. Jesus, anyone would think I’d proposed by the way she reacts! The trouble is I really like her, and I think she knows that. But I was only being polite offering her a place to stay for the night! I suppose I should be playing it cool but I thought we were adults, not in secondary school! Spending time with you is better than everything You’re all I know so take my hand and don’t let go It’s been over a week and she still hasn’t called me back. What the fuck is she playing at? And I can’t help but notice the text message she sends doesn’t have a little x at the end. There’s obviously something wrong so I phone her up and ask her, “what’s going on cos I need to know? If you don’t want to go out with me any more just say so.” She assures me it’s nothing like that, she’s just having a bad week, hasn’t been getting much sleep. Says she’s available tomorrow night and if I like we can meet. So we do but it’s clear from the minute she arrives the girl’s got something else on her mind. She looks absolutely traumatised but she won’t tell me why, she just sits there in silence looking distraught. I keep on asking her what’s happened but she won’t talk. “Sorry,” she says, “I shouldn’t have come.” “Don’t apologise,” I say, “just tell me what’s going on!” “Look, this isn’t cos of you, but I think we should split up, I’ve got a lot of thinking to do.” What? Is she having a laugh? You can’t just break up with someone and not tell them why, that’s harsh! But she’s serious and that’s the end, she drops me home - I never see her again. And to this day I’m still wondering whatever happened to her? Maybe she was pregnant, or dying. Maybe nothing happened at all - she was just lying. God knows what it was really about. Women: I’ll never fucking figure them out. Spending time with you is better than everything You’re all I know so take my hand and don’t let go |
| Underwater |
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Underwater I am free Cold sunshine wash over me Non-believer, don’t be afraid Look at all the friends you’ve made Wet weather, blue skies Naked women on my mind Don’t worry, I never do Shouldn’t let it get to you I’m sure I’ve heard this before Straight edges, no fun Best behaviour everyone You’re boring, leave me alone I’d rather sit here on my own Complicated point of view No other quite like you Temptation, lead me astray It’s bound to happen anyway I’ve tried but I’m empty inside I’m sure I’ve been here before |
| Forever Dreaming |
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When it's dark and people aren’t afraid to go outside When children play unsupervised When you’ve found me a job I don’t despise When the world relies on solar power Wake me up When it rains and everybody gets to sleep inside When no one has to struggle to survive When I don’t need to try and get ahead When I can stay in bed on Monday morning Wake me up Give it time We’ll be fine Standing still Going round in circles When it’s clear that certain groups of people disagree And live together peacefully When we learn to respect each others views When I can read the news and not feel so exhausted Wake me up Wish me luck I’ll be right here Forever dreaming |
| Fear No Evil |
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People say life isn't fair and it's so true So much pain we have to go through Every single person I've ever met is gonna die and so am I I think maybe unfair's a bit of an understatement, don't you? But what can you do? Choose to love and lose or just lose Either way I think you'd better sit down I'm afraid I've got some bad news Kids there's no such thing as a happy ending I don't know what they're trying to do But these storybooks you're reading are lying to you Get this in your heads while your minds are still open The good guys don't win No, we're not equal Yes, bad things happen to good people I have a dream that I will one day live in a land Where I won't be judged by the amount in my bank account But right now that's just the way it works Yeah I know, the truth hurts and ignorance is bliss But only 'cos we're brought up believing Life's so much better than it actually is Why would you lie to your kids? For God's sake Tell them the truth from the start, spare them the heartbreak I'm only on chapter one And I've already had as much disappointment as I can take When I was little I remember being told About animals that talk and children who never grow old Guess nothing's what it seems to be I remember when I first found out what they'd been feeding me And when my Mum told me one day I'd die I couldn't believe it Jesus, no wonder babies cry So if you see me with a tear in my eye when I kiss you It's 'cos I'm kissing you goodbye I used to have nightmares Wait - I wasn't dreaming I was wide awake - my mistake Sorry. Ever since I was diagnosed as terminal I haven't been thinking straight Sentenced to death with no way of knowing for sure how long we've got left Shit. I suppose all you can do is figure out what's important to you and try your best That's cool, I've already done it all Meet a girl, make music, play football So if I die tomorrow, yeah it would be a shame But really I couldn't complain We're playing a losing game - you can't win As long as you're having fun, that's the main thing My life's been amazing so far All I do is eat, sleep, have sex and play guitar I think we sometimes forget how lucky we are To even have a place to stay or a car to drive Most people on earth barely have enough food to survive We work nine-to-five and complain about the pay I'm ashamed to say I have so much more than I need I can afford to take this pound coin and just throw it away That's more than some people earn in a day And you know for sure, rich or poor Someone's gonna come and pick that up off the floor And put it in their pocket Well, whoever you are when you spend it remember where you got it And remember that money can't buy you love The truth is it just divides us Pieces of paper can get you stuff But the best things in life are priceless |