No Sense Lyrics - New Model Army

Are we still not speaking? 

Bitter words leave such a bitter taste 

Yes, I meant to hurt you 

But it was never meant to go as far as this 

And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do 

And I still put myself through this version of hell 

Just put you through it too 

Yes, I know I started it 

But you shouldn't say those things you say 

I always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakes 

But it never seems to work out that way 

Nothing's ever good enough for me or good enough for you 

So I still drag myself through this version of hell 

Just to drag you through it too 

Sweat on the dancefloor 

Blood from the broken glass 

No favours ever given, no favours ever asked 

This strange kind of communion 

As these empty words are played 

These are the promises we made