The Sundays - Can't Be Sure текст песни

Give me a story and give me a bed

Give me possessions

Oh, love, luck and money, they go to my head

Like wildfire



It's good to have something to live for your point

Live for tomorrow

Live for a job and a perfect behind

High time



A-ah



England, my country, the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But England's as happy as England can be

Why cry?



And did you know desire's a terrible thing?

The worst that I could find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing?

But I rely on mine



A-ah



England, my country, the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But England's as happy as England can be

Why cry?



And did you know desire's a terrible thing?

The worst that I could find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing?

But I rely on mine



Did you know desire's a terrible thing?

It makes the world go blind

But if desire, desire's a terrible thing

You know, that I really don't mind



And it's my life

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure what I want any more

It will come to me later



Well, it's my life

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure if I want any more

It will come to me later... ah

Yeah!