Hull
I'm feeling rather sorry for a man I know
The world he holds in trembling hands is asking where to go
And as he stares out at me from the mirrored wall
I see that he is trying to cry but the tears they will not fall.
His life is pa**ing by behind his tired eyes
Like the colours in a January sky.
Useless is the question, things concerning the past
It seems so very obvious that nothing at all can last
And just as sure as tomorrow will soon be yesterday
The love you thought you occupied will surely drift away.
I need you to help me carry on
You need me, need you, need him, need everyone.
And love is such a small word for something that is so vast
But in it lies, the future, the present and the past
And speaking now of changes, I sometimes feel the fear
That the reason for the meaning will even disappear.
I need you to help me carry on
You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
You need me, need you, need him, need everyone
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