Texty:
Imbruglia Natalie

End of the third round As I put the phone down Chasing the same lines Over the old ground I'm pushing zero Where is my hero? He's out there somewhere

Take your hand And place it in my pocket Flick your eyes back in their sockets Put those thoughts away Sometimes they're much to loud I'll take a breath

Sweet confetti out looking for a saviour Finding it hard to break the chain Nothing ventured nothing gained Ice cream, beauty, acting on her best behaviour

My lullaby Hung out to dry What's up with that? It's over Where are you, Dad? Mum's lookin' sad What's up with that? It's dark in here Why bleeding

Beautiful day Shined when I needed that most Shined on the church yard Tin cans full of gold Come on home It's not too late We can fall apart together

Sit down, wait a minute I thought we were special This town and everyone in it Moves a little faster than the underground No time and time is money Feeling

You've got it the wrong way 'round completely The fact that I love you so doesn't make me a fool One day you just might grow tired of chasing The end

In summertime I have no fury No chance of sinking sailing ships If time stood still I?d take aim and fire for you For every ocean there must be shore

You were right and I don't want to be here if you're gonna be there Was that supposed to happen? I'll hold tight I'll remember to smile though it has