Текст песни Regret, New Order

Maybe I ve forgotten the name and the address
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