Testo: Farse. Means To An End. Shoes A Ladies.

You?ve got to strike.

Cast you mind back to the days when
The forecourt light used to shine so bright.
But you never see hope ?till it?s gone,
And no-one hears you when you?re wrong.
You?re lying face down, broken, within
This little bubble you?ve locked yourself in.
You never see hope ?til it?s gone,
Then suddenly you came along.

But not today, no,
(I) Wouldn?t know what to say, no.
But not today, no.
Living is enough just today,
But I wont back down this time, oh no.
But I wont back down this time.

But not today, no,
(I) Wouldn?t know what to say, no.
But not today, no.
Living is enough just today,
But I wont back down this time, oh no.
But I wont back down this time, oh no.

Cast you mind back to the days when
The forecourt light used to shine so bright.
But you never see hope ?till it?s gone,
And no-one hears you when you?re wrong.
You?re lying face down, broken, within
This little bubble you?ve locked yourself in.
You never see hope ?til it?s gone,
Then suddenly you came along.

But not today, no,
(I) Wouldn?t know what to say, no.
But not today, no.
Living is enough just today,
But I wont back down this time, oh no.
But I wont back down this time.

But not today, no,
(I) Wouldn?t know what to say, no.
But not today, no.
Living is enough just today,
But I wont back down this time, oh no.
But I wont back down this time I know.

I though that weekend showed
You never really cared.

And I don?t have to lift a finger for you,
We never have to do a thing. It was so good.
And I don?t have to lift a finger for you,
And I don?t have to lift a finger