Poetic Songs

[Mr. Brightside]

Embrace - Target

You flicker like a mile high neon sign
Hot and cold so no one knows your mind
I was going to let you win but I won't break
For an hour I held the moon on a string
Now there's moments left till the world begins
Everything is possible it's beautiful

When will you wake up see what's happening
Right before your eyes no
And if you must blow hot and cold take a swing
You will hit the target every time

So I look before I leap and I see
Wolves are at the door with my enemies
I was going to let them in but then you say
Watch the stars your feet are my enemy
It's too far for them to bring you to me
And everything is possible it's beautiful

When will you wake up see whats happening
Right before your eyes no
If you must blow hot and cold take a swing
You will hit the target every time

When will you wake up see whats happening
Right before your eyeyeOhhh
If you must blow hot and cold take a swing
You will hit the target every time

I reach the waters edge
I wish that I could hold
Everybody's breath until
No one has any left
You take me to the edge
You're the echo I follow
The footprints that I left behind

Listen up I'll sing to you how I can
Out of luck now time is all that we have
Think about yourself and you'll kill all you love
I know our makers love all the mess they make
Out of sight behind these eyes you'll stay
Where everything is possible
It's beautiful

When will you wake up see whats happening
Right before your eyeyeOhhh
If you must blow hot and cold take a swing
You will hit the target every time

[Mr. Brightside]

Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
... that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face... )
(On your face... )
(On your face... )
(On your face... )

Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey