You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is ypur credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you And your positivity Watch out So you play where you want to play On the main streets where the creeps all pray And you can feel like you're in dynasty And you can be what you want to be And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you And your positivity And the car crash for you And the sunshine is free And the sirens call you Yes the morning is for you Yes the air is free And yes the world spins for you And your positivity Positivity

And maybe we're just kids who've grown And maybe not And maybe when we're on our own We don't have much But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry Between us And maybe we're just Streatham trash And maybe not And maybe we're just capital flash In a stupid love But oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry Between us? Oh, we are young and not tired of it Oh, we are young and easily lead Oh, we are the kids getting out of our heads Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry? Oh, Class A, Class B Is that the only chemistry Between us?

Listen... Sometimes just When I think of other things Other things Think about... I still When I think of all the things my mother said When I think of all the feelings I hid from her Oh, in many, many ways, I'm still a young boy Waiting patiently for 4 p.m. But I loved her with my last breath And I loved her with a love that was strong as death And I loved her when she was unkind And I loved her, I loved her, a dangerous mind Sometimes when I look up at the sky She leads me on, she still leads me on Sometimes when I stare up at the ceiling She leads me on, she still leads me on I wonder if her touch will ever fade Is she waiting in the garden for us to play Yes, in many many ways I'm still a young boy With all those questions in my petrol-blue eye But I loved her with my last breath And I loved her with a love that was strong as death And I loved her when she was unkind And I loved her, I loved her, with a dangerous mind Sometimes when I look up at the sky She leads me on, she still leads me on Sometimes, oh, when I just feel like screaming She leads me on, she still leads me on Sometimes when I don't know what is mine She leads me on, she still leads me on Sometimes when I can't control my feelings She leads me on, she still leads me on One, two Sometimes when I look up at the sky She leads me on, she still leads me on

I don't know the meaning of much I don't know the right expressions I don't have too much intuition or too many credentials I don't know the meaning of much I never make the best impressions And I don't have the means of expression to explain my obsessions All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away I don't have the Midas touch I never make a good impression And yes, I have the scars of ambition, and its many expressions And I don't know the price of stuff And no, I don't command attention And I don't have sophistication or the right connections All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say All I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away There's no room in the world for your kind of beauty Yours are the names on tomorrow's newspapers Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now You're like the snows of yesteryear, I'll be gone from this Earth All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away All I'm just trying to tell you And all I'm just trying to say And all I'm just trying to tell you is this is enough But you're walking away La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la La, la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot Wherever you go, wherever you run Wherever you go, now I'll be the pilot

By the roadside shrine there's a place Selling bouquets of cellophane That's where they meet in this desolate place And the more they see, the more they say Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And his clothes are covered in dew As she writhes in twisted sheets Feel the pulse and the power of you And what you see isn't what's underneath They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Lips like semaphore to my heart We slither and slide and slip Stings like aerosol in my eyes And nothing compares to this And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For the strangers, the strangers And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For all the strangers out there Pips from oranges spat away To gutters and drains and bins Left like promises on a tray When you delivered yourself to him And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For the strangers, the strangers And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For all the strangers out there A paper trail on the road That was left for the gulls And like the birds flying north It's been growing cold And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For the strangers, the strangers And it's ever so clear And it's ever so plain For all the strangers out there For all the strangers For all the strangers out there For all the strangers For all the strangers out there For all the strangers For all the strangers out there For all the strangers For all the strangers out there