If... by Bluetones If you Get out Before September Remember That I'm Still inside But I'm dry I'm dry And you When you try To make a difference You're so different And then I Try And just die I die You know That I need You more than I want ya But I want ya For all time So I I guess on the line It's all that I can do To sing these stupid songs to you I give up half my time Just trying to think up words that rhyme I ain't getting any younger But you wouldn't know So it's on With the show Sometimes A smoke A drink and a ponder Can work wonders When you're down Takes your frown Turns it 'round Around And you When you try To make a difference You're no different Than when I Try And just die I die ...and now That your day- Dream is forgotten And forgiven And the world Has been saved Be brave It's all that I can do To sing these stupid songs to you I give up half my time Just trying to think up words that rhyme I ain't getting any younger But you wouldn't know Cos I walk In shadow And I never ever Really show my face But I'm only ever seen In the right place
I don’t have to be feeling down to speak with you. And I’ll visit you not only when I’m feeling blue. You make me happy when I was happy to start with. You make my life so precious and so easy to part with. Life rolls along and teaches us nothing. So why am I still around waiting for something? Do you have the answers to all of my questions? Maybe not, but I’d like to hear your suggestions. Yeah. Talk to me, you don’t talk to me. Talk to me, you don’t talk to me. People in corridors, people in doorways. People wherever I turn. So many people crowd out the shadows. So many people to love. And to burn. Communication is blurred. I can’t understand a word. Though there’s nothing to be heard. It’s all gone quite absurd. Communication is blurred. I can’t understand a word. Though there’s nothing to be heard. It’s all gone quite absurd. Communication is blurred. I can’t understand a word. Though there’s nothing to be heard. It’s all gone quite, all gone quite absurd.
When I am sad and weary. When all my hope is gone. And I can’t put my finger on the time things first went wrong. I have a little secret I like to tell myself. And until now I haven’t told anybody else. You may not see things my way, like my methods or my reasons. But you can’t tell me that I’m wrong. There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile. No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style. So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change. And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same. When I am sad and weary. When all my hope is gone. I walk around my house and think of you with nothing on. And I have a list of things I go over in my mind. When I can just sit right back and watch the world unwind. You may not see things my way, I don’t care ’cause I’m not asking. But you can’t tell me that I’m wrong. There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile. No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style. So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change. And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same. There’s no heart you can’t melt with a certain little smile. No challenge should be faced without a little charm and a lot of style. So don’t put your faith in time, she heals but doesn’t change. And only a fool won’t take the chance to stay the same.
Seems like you’re always a million miles away. As far as I’m concerned that’s where you can stay. But all the time I’m reminded. Used to be a time we had a lot in common. But now as far as I can see that’s something coming, yeah, yeah. And all the time you’re behind me. And all the time you remind me. Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug. Salt upon a bubbling slug. You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.” Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.” It’s easy living in a bubble. No complication or trouble. But it’s hard to have responsibility. And judging by you, a personality. And all the time you remind me. Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug. Salt upon a bubbling slug. You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.” Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.” And all the time you remind me. Of Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug. Salt upon a bubbling slug. You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.” Turn yourself away and you shrug and say “I can talk any time.” “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.” It’s like Blitzkrieg and the doodlebug. Salt upon a bubbling slug. You say “I can talk to you any time, but I just wanna cut some rug.” Turn yourself away and you shrug and say that “I can talk any time.” “Any time.” “Any time.” “Any time.” “Any time.”
How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn? When will you get to see that your only option lies with me? Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb. Taught to drown but told to swim. The way to be, the way to act is not to preach what you practice. Things change. But a pattern is present, a formula remains. Things needn’t be so if you let me through. How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn? When will you get to see that your only option lies with me? Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb. Taught to drown but told to swim. The way to be, the way to act is not to preach what you practice. Things change. But a pattern is present, a formula remains. Things needn’t be so if you let me through. It must be true. She said “I found you.” How will you ever learn when your hands are tied and your bridges burn? When will you get to see that your only option lies with me? Must you be kicked right down, ripped from limb. Taught to drown but told to swim. The way to be, the way to act is... Who knows? Who cares?
