Rushing round in circles To brighten all the corners Busy making friends with all your enemies You finger through your bible Whilst looking through your window The look you gave erased a thousand memories Ooooh I am sorry ooooh I am sorry This page in your story won't turn Who am I to ask you why You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there nothing we could do With advice I'd warn her Don't idolise your neighbour Maybe something else is the enemy But who put out the fire What you asking me for The simple things you need for a remedy Ooooh I am sorry Ooooh I am sorry This page in your story won't turn Who am I to ask you why You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there something we could do If only you could know there is life through your window Oh but even so I don't know where would you go The time you waste would still turn into memories Who am I to ask you why You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there nothing we could do Couldn't you just ask me why you feel the way you do There's one thing I'd say to you There must be something we could do Just go ahead and ask me the question