| Song | Carry On |
| Artist | Fun. |
| Album | Songs for the Philippines |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Carry on | |
| Well I woke up to the sound of silence | |
| the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight | |
| and I found you with a bottle of wine | |
| your head in the curtains | |
| and heart like the fourth of July | |
| You swore and said | |
| We are not | |
| We are not shining stars | |
| This I know | |
| Cause I never said we are | |
| Though I've never been through hell like that | |
| I've closed enough windows | |
| to know you can never look back | |
| If you're lost and alone | |
| Or you're sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on | |
| So I met up with some friends | |
| at the edge of the night | |
| At a bar off 75 | |
| And we talked and talked | |
| about how our parents will die | |
| All our neighbours and wives | |
| But I like to think | |
| I can cheat it all | |
| To make up for the times I've been cheated on | |
| And it's nice to know | |
| When I was left for dead | |
| I was found and now i dont own theese streets | |
| I am not the ghost you want of me | |
| If you're lost and alone | |
| Or you're sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Woah | |
| My head is on fire | |
| But my legs are fine | |
| Cause after all they are mine | |
| Lay your clothes down on the floor | |
| Close the door | |
| Hold the phone | |
| Show me how | |
| No one’s ever gonna stop us now | |
| Cause we are | |
| We are shining stars | |
| We are invincible | |
| We are who we are | |
| On our darkest day | |
| When we’re miles away | |
| So we’ll come | |
| We will find our way home | |
| If you're lost and alone | |
| Or you're sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Carry on | |
| Well I woke up to the sound of silence | |
| the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight | |
| and I found you with a bottle of wine | |
| your head in the curtains | |
| and heart like the fourth of July | |
| You swore and said | |
| We are not | |
| We are not shining stars | |
| This I know | |
| Cause I never said we are | |
| Though I' ve never been through hell like that | |
| I' ve closed enough windows | |
| to know you can never look back | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on | |
| So I met up with some friends | |
| at the edge of the night | |
| At a bar off 75 | |
| And we talked and talked | |
| about how our parents will die | |
| All our neighbours and wives | |
| But I like to think | |
| I can cheat it all | |
| To make up for the times I' ve been cheated on | |
| And it' s nice to know | |
| When I was left for dead | |
| I was found and now i dont own theese streets | |
| I am not the ghost you want of me | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Woah | |
| My head is on fire | |
| But my legs are fine | |
| Cause after all they are mine | |
| Lay your clothes down on the floor | |
| Close the door | |
| Hold the phone | |
| Show me how | |
| No one' s ever gonna stop us now | |
| Cause we are | |
| We are shining stars | |
| We are invincible | |
| We are who we are | |
| On our darkest day | |
| When we' re miles away | |
| So we' ll come | |
| We will find our way home | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Carry on | |
| Well I woke up to the sound of silence | |
| the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight | |
| and I found you with a bottle of wine | |
| your head in the curtains | |
| and heart like the fourth of July | |
| You swore and said | |
| We are not | |
| We are not shining stars | |
| This I know | |
| Cause I never said we are | |
| Though I' ve never been through hell like that | |
| I' ve closed enough windows | |
| to know you can never look back | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on | |
| So I met up with some friends | |
| at the edge of the night | |
| At a bar off 75 | |
| And we talked and talked | |
| about how our parents will die | |
| All our neighbours and wives | |
| But I like to think | |
| I can cheat it all | |
| To make up for the times I' ve been cheated on | |
| And it' s nice to know | |
| When I was left for dead | |
| I was found and now i dont own theese streets | |
| I am not the ghost you want of me | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Woah | |
| My head is on fire | |
| But my legs are fine | |
| Cause after all they are mine | |
| Lay your clothes down on the floor | |
| Close the door | |
| Hold the phone | |
| Show me how | |
| No one' s ever gonna stop us now | |
| Cause we are | |
| We are shining stars | |
| We are invincible | |
| We are who we are | |
| On our darkest day | |
| When we' re miles away | |
| So we' ll come | |
| We will find our way home | |
| If you' re lost and alone | |
| Or you' re sinking like a stone | |
| Carry on | |
| May your past be the sound | |
| Of your feet upon the ground | |
| Carry on | |
| Carry on, carry on |