Текст песни Regret, New Order
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Of everyone I ve ever known It s nothing I regret Save it for another day It s the school exam and the kids have run away I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart I was upset you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine I wouldn t even trust you I ve not got much to give We re dealing in the limits And we don t know who with You may think that I m out of hand That I m naive, I ll understand On this occasion, it s not true Look at me, I m not you I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart I was a short fuse Burning all the time You were a complete stranger Now you are mine I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain about my wounded heart Just wait till tomorrow I guess that s what they all say Just before they fall apart |