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When I first saw you |
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Something stirred within me |
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You were standing sutry in the rain |
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If I could've held you |
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I would've held you |
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Rip it up and start again |
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Rip it up and start again |
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Rip it up and start again |
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I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out |
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I hope to God |
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I hope to God |
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And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out |
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I hope to God |
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I hope to God |
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And when I next saw you |
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My heart reached out for you |
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But my arms stuck like glue to my sides |
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If I could've held you |
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I would've held you |
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But I'd choke rather than swallow my pride |
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Rip it up and start again |
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Rip it up and start again |
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Rip it up and start again |
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I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out |
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I hope to God |
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I hope to God |
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And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out |
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I hope to God |
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I hope to God |
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And there was times I'd take my pen |
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And feel obliged to start again |
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I do profess |
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That there are things in life |
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That one can't quite express |
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You know me I'm acting dumb-dumb |
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You know this scene is very humdrum |
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And my favourite song's entitled 'boredom' |
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Rip it up and start again |
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I said rip it up and start again |
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I said rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and start again |
