Songs from the Big Chair

Shout, Shout, Let it all out These are the things I can do whitout Come on, I′m talking to you, come on Shout, shout, let it all out I violent times You shouldn′t have to sell your soul In black and white They really really ought to know Those one tr

I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion I'm lost in admiration, could I need you

Welcome to your life Theres no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behaviour Turn your back on mother nature Everybody wants to rule the world Its my own design Its my own remorse Help me to decide Help me make the m