I've got no money in my hands or my coat or my pocket Wont get to space cos i haven't got a rocket But i've air in my lungs Eyes in my sockets And a heart that beats Like a tap that leaks In the night when you haven't got a plumber who can stop it Jack in a box without a key to lock it Well this boat may sink but i'm not gonna rock it Cos the sea doesn't know my name Yeah the boat may sink but i'm not gonna rock it Cos the sea doesn't know my name
Well if you can't get what you love You learn to love the things you've got If you can't be what you want You learn to be the things you're not If you can't get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
Well i've got no ones word and no bodies promise Not a lot to show but this book full of sonnets And my liver may be fucked but my heart is honest And my word is true Like the sky is blue In the summer time when everybody gets on it Warm our skins and get sunburnt from it And our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains Yeah our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains
Well if you can't get what you love You learn to love the things you've got If you can't be what you want You learn to be the things you're not If you can't get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
Well if you can't get what you love You learn to love the things you've got If you can't be what you want You learn to be the things you're not If you can't get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
Compositor: Michael David Rosenberg (PRS)Editor: Sony Atv Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #7678501 e fonograma #15104640 em 23/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM