Everything But The Girl - Amplified Heart (1999) by Everything But The Girl (보컬) on maniadb.com

I still haven't got over it even now.
I want to spend huge amounts of time on my own.
I don't want to cause any serious damage.
I want to make sure that I can manage
because I'm not really in your head
I'm not really in your head.

And I see love and disaffection
and the clouds build up and won't pass over.
This is my road to my redemption.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.

I still haven't got over it even now.
I want to spend huge amounds of time in my room.
And I'm not coming out until I feel ready,
not running out for a while my heart's unsteady,
and I'm not really in your head.
I'm not really in your head.

When you sky falls to minus zero,
well some things must dissappear.
Oh this is my road to my redemption.


And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
The names may have been changed but the faces are the same
The names may have been changed but as people we're not the same.

And I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not
really in your head.

And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
Yeah, my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway

Don't say one thing one day, then something else the next day. I'm
trying to keep up with you - it's hard enough when you speak clearly, but
when you're confused, it's like a goods train running through these
rooms. And I'm reading more into your words than you have put into them,
and that's my problem, but you tied these knots, now you undo them. You
undo them. Oh and think before you speak, my darling. Cause with your
troubled mind, you're like a goods train running through my life. We all
walk through this word alone, we keep ourselves untouched, unknown. You
look up to the sky above you, read this there - I love you. Oh it's written
there, you know I love you, love you, love you, love you. But with your
troubled mind, you're like a goods train running through my life. And
when you're down, you bring me down too, and babe that's something I
would not do. I know it's hard, yeah I know it's hard, and babe that's
something that I don't disregard. I don't disregard. But with your
troubled mind, you're like a goods train running through my life.

What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego
we carry with us everywhere that we go?

This feeling that life's incomplete
- do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

People say that we're so close,
how can there be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed,
baby, I don't get inside your head.

This feeling of some mystery
- do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

Watch me stumble, watch me slip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,
Is that what you wanted to see?

What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away

I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane
and he said"Fancy running into you again".
We talked a minute or sothen he turned to go
and I walked into the crowd again.

And the morning was a different place
in every passerby I saw your face.
Love leaves a lonely ghost
with one thought uppermost
is this the case in every case?

Am I walking to you?
Am I walking to you?
In everything I do,
am I just walking to you?

It was seven years ago to the day,
you rang my house and we met halfway.
We walked round Leicester Square and
sat through 'Being There' and every moment I replay.

And I was desperate for love to be pure,
though what that meant, I never ws sure.
You spent your time on me,
I took it willingly,
and I made you trust in litterature.

Am I walking to you?
Am I walking to you?
In everything I do,
am I just walking to you?
I just don't know what to do

I never thought I'd grow up so fast so far.
To know yourself is to let yourself be loved.

And I want to be addicted
I want to be secure
I want to wake up after the night before
but do you ever get me?

Do you ever get me?

I'll press your hand against my face
weaken my resistance.
I'll pull the sheets over our heads
let the broken sky break above our heads.

And I want to be addicted
I want to be secure,
I want to wake up after the night before,
but do you get me?

Do you ever get me?

Shower me with affection and I'll return in kind.
I have no hidden motive, I am blind.

I'm a stone inside a box,
I'm a spring inside a clock,
you can wear me on your wrist
and I'll tell you things ten thousand times,
but do you ever get me?

Do you ever get me

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
and past your door
but you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
Now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space
you've found some better place
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
Could you be dead
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone
We'd walk behind
while you would run
I look up at your house
and I can almost hear you shout
down to me
where I always used to be
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
Back on the train
I ask why did I come again
Can I confess
I've been hanging
around your old address
And the years have proved
to offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
but I can't move on
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again
and past your door
I guess you don't live there anymore
It's years since you've been there
Now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space
you've found some better place
and I miss you

and I miss you
you've found some better place
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
deserts miss the rain

Well it's not for me to say, but I can't see what you see in him anyway.
But such righteousness in me is not a nice thing to display, and who am I
for christsakes anyway to judge a life this way, when my own's in
disarray? I watch Saturday kid's TV with the sound turned down. And i
leave food on the eiderdown. All my thoughts pushed underground. Maybe
you're happy - everyone says you are. You drive around on two star, you
leave your life ajar, and God knows you deserve it. Bad luck follows
everyone. So go on, and stop listening to me. Stop listening to me.
And don't ask me how I feel. Don't ask me how I feel. So it's not for
me to say, because I change my mind from day to day, and when I look at
you I only see bits of myself anyway. So go on, and stop listening to
me. Stop listening to me. And don't ask me what to say, or to judge a
life this way when my own's in disarray....

If you lose your faith, babe, you can have mine, and if you're lost I'm
right behind, cause we walk the same line. Now I don't have to tell you
how slow the night can go, I know you've watched for the light. And I
bet you could tell me how slowly four follows three, and you're most
forlorn just before dawn. So if you lose your faith, babe, you can have
mine, and if you're lost I'm right behind, cause we walk the same line.
And I don't need reminding how loud the 'phone can ring when you're
waiting for news. And that big old moon lights every corner of the
room. Your back aches from lying and your head aches from crying. So if
you lose your faith, babe, you can have mine, and if you're lost I'm
right behind, cause we walk the same line. And if these troubles should
vanish like rain at midday, well I've no doubt there'll be more. And we
can't run and we can't cheat, cause baby when we meet what we're afraid
of, we find out what we're made of. So if you lose your faith, babe, you
can have mine, and if you're lost I'm right behind, cause we walk the
same line...

And I see forests and it's the 25th December and my old man plays the
piano for Christmas. He plays the piano for Christmas. And we're all
there, all the aunties and uncles, and the angels on the top of the
tree. Up there on the top of the tree. And I never, no I never ever
realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. Have I enough time,
have I just some time, to revisit, to go back, to return, to open my
mouth again and say something different this time. And I see bags of
newspapers and a car in the carport, and you're grown up and still
unsure, and I'm thirty and I don't know nothing no more. And I never, no
I never ever realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. And I'm
sitting, sitting at the top of the stairs, and you're crying out on the
towpath by the river with all the swans and all the people walking by.
And all of a sudden I'm struck with an urge to unlock a door with a key
that's too big for my hands and I drop it, and it falls at your feet.
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet. And I never, no I never ever
realised. And I never, no I never ever realised. (Come on, come on,
it's there at your feet).....

Look at you now, you're disenchanted, can't believe how things can
change. Take a little out of life and things get strange. And now you
find the wishes you were granted, things you thought were in your hands,
have slipped away. How much can you withstand? The wasted time, the
money spent, a sign that reads "For sale or rent". And everything is at
a standstill, and where's someone who'll be on hand till you're no longer
disenchanted, thinking everything is wrong? You know you're not the only
one to wait so long. I wonder, can you try again? Are you that strong?

I step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and past your door,
but you don't live there any more.
It's years since you've been there.
Now you've disappeared somewhere,
like outer space,
you've found some better place,
and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone.
We'd walk behind while you would run.
I look up at your house,
and I can almost hear you shout down to me,
where I always used to be,
and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.
Back on the train,
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been hanging round your old address?
And the years have proved,
to offer nothing since you moved.
You're long gone but I can't move on,
and I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain.