Not 100% correct! but this is how I hear it. And I heard it all before You act the kind of girl I can see in my world You stood staring at your phone Pretending there's nobody else in the room And you stood with the wrong kind of people anyway Don't listen to the words that you spit in my face I can taste the smoke on your breath You wonder on, you come and go, I can tell by your tone Where will you be in five years from now? Lost on your way knowing what it's like to be sad Sat on the train just like a passenger A stranger to all the things you could of had And I know it's not right, and I know that you'll fight If you have to and I shiver inside So don't try to hide till you get blind To see Now you sat all alone And it's holding you down There's no meaning behind all of this Maybe it's time to let go for awhile And stop counting the days you missed Where will you be in five years from now? Lost on your way knowing what it's like to be sad Sat on the train just like a passenger A stranger to all the things you could of had And I know it's all right, and I know that you'll fight If you have to And I shiver inside So don't try to hide till you get blind You act so defiant Like you did nothing wrong But when you're alone you Think of the tensions The cold confrontations And feel like a thug that can sing a good man a lie Where will you be in five years from now? Lost on your way knowing what it's like to be sad Sat on the train just like a passenger A stranger to all the things you could of had And I know it's all right, and I know that you'll fight If you have to And I shiver inside So don't try to hide till you get blind To see To see
Came here via "The Switch" too. Sent the link to my girlfriend, and no, no sad story to tell, just wanted to give her a nice song for her morning to start with. Lovely tunes, touching lyrics.
I fell in love with a lady I worked with and I swear I had most of these thoughts . I didn't end up with her . This song just made all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Everybody 's talking about money, And street mites at sports I'm gonna tell, And since the only question is What does a player cost today, What does he cost tomorrow. Now in the presidents conciations, Which clubs are giving out the rules And falling for the managment, The sewers spreading more And the sewers spreading mess. *SOLO* So if you support a small club, The chance of it's success is really small, So put aside and stick in A number of bussinessmen on a club's side.
What about me? Am I just a currency? What about us? Let's make a fuss! Personal relationships, discipline for championships, This says a lout, that's what it's all about! Supporters are easily called criminals, Not good for behaviour, punishment, Can form a team in two got two, The way they've got to act Is so they don't pay our prices. Over a hundred years ago, City quarters founded football clubs, Expression of a community, A way to find identity, Structures of solidarity!
What about me? Am I just a currency? What about us? Let's make a fuss! Personal relationships, discipline for championships, This says a lout, that's what it's all about! *SOLO* Oh oooooh, save the sport ,Oh oooooh, save the roots, Oh oooooh, save the club, Oh oooooh, Kick out the parasites!
