(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). Sometimes it feels like you never will win. Just when you're ready to pack it all in. You tear it down and start over again.
(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). When I was just a child. My folks would drive me wild. They'd spy upon my every move. Until it drove me to despair. They told me what to wear.
(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). I must have fallen on my feet. A hundred times or more. I heard the wind blow down the street. The knocking at the door.
I want to shake up this world and not to feel so useless. And I long to wake up happy and not to feel so hopeless. I want arms that never held me. To pull me to my senses.
I watch you lie asleep, watch you breathing. And as you fall and rise like the tears in my eyes. I know, you'll be leaving, I've earned all the pain. I suppose it was worth it, I'd do it again but I just couldn't face it.
I just know though I can't see but I can feel his hands all over me. His hot breath on me, I can't resist his rope, my wrists. I never knew there might be days like this.
Sometimes it feels like you will never win. Just when you're ready to pack it all in. You tear it all down and start over again. . But I'm not down for the first time.
Your name froze on the winter air. An empty bench in Soho Square. Forgotten, now I turn away. Just save me for a rainy day. But don't be sorry, I don't want to hear it, baby.
(kirsty maccoll/mark e.nevin). . When I was just a child. My folks would drive me wild. They'd spy upon my every move. Until it drove me to despair. They told me what to wear.
I think I just recalled a time. It was not the moon and not the wine. And though you said you were a friend of mine. I never felt that way inclined. .
I couldn't hear him when he called to me. I couldn't hear him at all you see. He was down the road away from me. How could I know his answer?. . I couldn't hear him though he shouted hard.
I must have fallen on my feet. A hundred times or more. I heard the wind blow down the street. The knocking at the door. . But there was no one there.
I had a dream, you walked away. You couldn't hear what I wanted to say. I had a dream, I was alone. Nowhere was mine, no one was home. . Sunshine don't you wake me.
Oh, dear John. . I hate to be the one to break the news. But it's concerning me and you. This is the letter no one ever wants to write. You may not believe me but it's the hardest thing I've ever done.
He blew into town like a paper sack. In a stolen car with a shotgun in the back. He said, "She can't run now, she can't hide. I'm gonna get her back for her lies, lies, lies".
(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin). . The last of england's spoiled brats. Grand order of the gutter rats. A big fish in a public house. You're never going to learn to shut your mouth.
Sometimes it's hard to remember you lied. And memory fades as the years pass you by. Sometimes the truth's got up, lay down and died. But I can't forget all the tears that I cried.