Manic Street Preachers See It Like Sutherland歌词

You didn't wake up this morning cause you didn't go to bed. You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off. You've been reading some old letters, You smile and you think how much you've changed,

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

Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk And

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I don't want my children to grow up like me It's too soul destroying It's a mocking disease A wasting disease I don't want my children to grow up like me It's too soul destroying It's a mocking disease A wasting disease Some days I wake up with love

Loose and guilty and whipped Sterility persecutes and I have plenty Bruised and nailed and quit Merciful and mourned and meek Jealousy sows rejection with a kiss In silken palms that tear bone from skin This joke sport severed I endeavoured To find a

Things get clear when I feel free When gentle hands give life to me When your eyes fill with tiny tears When I'm this still you are my life When I'm this still you are my life So at ease in the midnight sky So at ease in the midnight sky But my insid

Roses in the hospital Try to pull my fingernails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for All we wanted was a home Now w

And all the masks I carry on my face For you, for another Some calm and then some grace But once within a long and broken night A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white This is a song, this is a song a song for a departure This is a song This is

I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away I wake up with same spit in my mouth I can