At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone who'll take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, 'til break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
It's much too late</

At dead of night, when strangers roam The streets in search of anyone who'll take them home I lie alone, the clock strikes three And anyone who wanted to could contact me At dead of night, 'til br

I get out of bed at half past ten Phone up a friend, who's a party animal Turn on the news and drink some tea Maybe if you're with me we'll do some shopping One day I'll read, or learn to drive

I get out of bed at half past ten
Phone up a friend who's a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you're with me
We'll do some shopping

One day I'll read
Or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test
You can beat the rest

But I don't lik

Sooner or later, this happens to everyone To everyone You can live your life lonely Heavy as stone Live your life learning And working alone Say this is all you want But I don’t believe t

( you need more, you need more, you need more ,you need more,you need more,you need more,you need more,you need more,you need more) Boy it's tough getting on in the world when the sun doesn't sh

Love is a catastrophe Love is a catastrophe Look what it's done to me Brought me down here so low stranded, nowhere to go No concentration just rerunning conversation Trying to understand

(Verse) You seem to be inevitable to me Like a memory of the future I was and will be with you (Pre-Chorus) Over and over again I keep tasting that sweet madeleine Looking back of my life now

New York City boy, you'll never have a bored day 'Cause you're a New York City boy Where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway. When you're a boy, some days are tough Lying on your bed playing punk rock

New York City boy
You'll never have a bored day
'Cause you're a New York City boy
Where Seventh Avenue meets Broadway

When you're a boy, some days are tough
Lying on your bed playing punk rock and stuff
Home is a boot camp you gotta escape
Wanna go and wander in the

Don't wanna hear the news What's going on What's coming through I don't wanna know Don't wanna know Just wanna hide away Make my my escape I want the world To leave me alone Feels like I feel

(Lets make lots of money)
I've got the brains
You've got the looks
Let's make lots of money
You've got the brawn
I've got the brains
Let's make lots of
I've had enough of scheming
And messing around with jerks
My car is parked outside
I'm afraid it doesn't

You dress me up
I'm your puppet
You buy me things
I love it
You bring me food
I need it
You give me love
I feed it

And look at the two of us in sympathy
With everything we see
I never want anything, it's easy
You buy whatever I need
But look at m

You dress me up, I'm your puppet You buy me things, I love it You bring me food, I need it You give me love, I feed it And look at the two of us in sympathy With everything we see I never want

do you believe in heaven above? do you believe in love? don't tell me a lie don't be false or untrue it all comes back to you open fire on my burning heart i've never been lucky i

Suburbia where the suburbs met utopia where the suburbs met utopia Lost in the high street, where the dogs run roaming suburban boys Mother's got her hair do to be done She says they're too

[Verse 1] Remember those days, the early nineties We both applied for places at the same university Ended up in London where we needed to be To follow our obsession with the music scene [Pre-Ch

Well I don't know why I was dreaming about you but I do know that I was dancing without you Then you smiled and I was lost You fall in love Why count the cost? All I gave to you All you made

Sometimes you're better off dead There's a gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head You think you're mad too unstable Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables In a restaurant in a West En

Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand, and it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, there's a madman around
Running down underground t