caldey
manic street preachers
so you tell me man is an island
stuck between sanity and asylum
when the words you use won't work or fit
they just hang around and always miss
retrace your steps again and again
your strength and virtue now coming to an end
if the isolation destroys the worry
if silence stops you saying sorry
if the rain comes down and drowns the anxiety
if i could end with the grace of leonard cohen
so retrace your steps again
your strength and virtue now coming to an end
if the isolation destroys the worry
if silence stops you saying sorry
if the rain comes down and drowns the anxiety