作曲 : Paul Weller
作词 : Weller
I bought the paper yesterday and i saw the obituary
And i read of how you died in pain -
Well i just couldn't understand it
If i could of changed that, then lord knows i'd do it now
But there is no going back -
And what's done is done forever
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
And i think of what you might have been,
A man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am i to say?
Still i wonder -
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's the cold earth - you prefer to stay