Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
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Of everyone I've ever known
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It's nothing I regret
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Save it for another day
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It's the school exam and the kids have run away
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I would like a place I could call my own
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Have a conversation on the telephone
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Wake up every day that would be a start
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I would not complain of my wounded heart
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I was upset you see
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Almost all the time
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You used to be a stranger
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Now you are mine
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I wouldn't even trust you
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I've not got much to give
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We're dealing in the limits
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And we don't know who with
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You may think that I'm out of hand
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That I'm naive, I'll understand
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On this occasion, it's not true
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Look at me, I'm not you
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I would like a place I could call my own
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Have a conversation on the telephone
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Wake up every day that would be a start
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I would not complain of my wounded heart
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I was a short fuse
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Burning all the time
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You were a complete stranger
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Now you are mine
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I would like a place I could call my own
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Have a conversation on the telephone
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Wake up every day that would be a start
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I would not complain about my wounded heart
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Just wait till tomorrow
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I guess that's what they all say
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Just before they fall apart
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Regret
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