Из альбома: English History
No one knows what it's li-ike to be the bad ma-an
To be the sad man, behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's li-ike to be hate-ed
To be faded for telling only lies
But my drea-ea-ea-eams they are as empty-y
As my conscience seems to be
I'll wait hours, a-always lo-onely-y
My lover's vengence, it's ne-ever free
And no one knows what it's li-ike to feel these feeli-in's
Like I do-oo, and I blame you-ou
And no one bites back as har-ard in their anger-er
'Cause none of my pain and woe can show through-ough
But my drea-ea-ea-eams, they are as empty
As my conscience seems to be-ee
I wait hours, a-always lo-onely-y
My lover's vengence, it's ne-ever free
And life is clinches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my coo-ool
When I smile tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a foo-ool
And if I swallow any fable
Stick your finger throat
When I shiver please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
And my love will never fade
And I love her more and more and more and more-ore
But my drea-ea-ea-ea-eams, they are as empty
As my conscience seems to be-ee
I wait hours, a-always lo-onely-y
My lover's vengence, it's ne-ever free
No one knows what it's li-ike to be the bad ma-an
To be the sad man, behind blue eye-eyes
Behind blue eye-eyes, behind blue eye-eyes
Behi-ind, behi-ind, behi-ind, behi-i-i-ind [fade]