Sound Affects

It's not important for you to know my name -
Nor i to know yours
If we communicate for two minutes only
It will be enough
For knowing that someone in this world
Feels as desperate as me -
And what you give is what you get.

It doesn't matter if we never meet again,
What we have said will always remain.
If we get through for two minutes only,
It will be a start!
For knowing that someone in this life,
Loves with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get.

If i never ever see you -
If i never ever see you -
If i never ever see you - again.

And what you give is what you get!

Your twisted cynicism - makes me feel sick -
Your open disgust for 'idealistic naive'
You've given up hope you're jaded and ill
The trouble is your thoughts a catching disease
Ooh - you need to get away -
Ooh - you need a change of pace -
Because you're all dried up and you don't believe
You reckon i'm dreaming when i say i still feel real
You say you work for yourself and its the only way
But i look at you talking and to me you just scrape away -

What makes once young minds get in this state,
Is it age or just the social climate
You're talking like some fucking hardend mp
You're saying power's all!
And it's power you need!

Ooh - you need to get away -
Ooh - you need a change of place -
Because you've given up on hope -
You're emotionless -
You've no need for love it's just hate, hate, hate.
But i look at you shaking and it is you -
Who is scraping away

You who is scraping away.

Rainclouds came and stole my thunder -
Left me barren like a desert
But a sunshine girl like you
It's worth going through -
I will never be embarrassed about love again -
Tortured winds that blew me over -
When i start to think that i'm something special

They tell me that i'm not -
And they're right and i'm glad and i'm not -
I will never be embarrassed about that again.

Oh baby i'm dreaming of monday,
Oh baby will i see you again
Oh baby i'm dreaming of monday.

A police car and a screaming siren -
A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby waiting and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -
That's entertainment.

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -
Lights going out and a kick in the balls -

That's entertainment.

Days of speed and slow time mondays -
Pissing down with rain on a boring wednesday -
Watching the news and not eating your tea -
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -

That's entertainment.

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -

That's entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -
A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac -
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -

That's entertainment.

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -
Getting a cab and travelling on buses -
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs -

That's entertainment.

Streets i ran - this whole town -
Backstreets and all - i wanted to leave there.
But no matter how fast i ran, my feet were glued, i just couldn't move
There.
I saw the hate and lots of people
I heard my name called above the noise
I tried to speak but my tongue was tied
Bumped into emptiness and started to cry - oh no

I saw the lights and the pretty girls
And i thought to myself what a pretty world,
But there's something else here that puts me off.
And i'm so scared dear, my love comes in frozen packs,
Bought in a supermarket.

Streets i ran, through wind and rain,
Around this place amongst streaming sunshine.
Scared i was, sweating now.
Feeling of doom, my bowels turned to water.

I felt hot breath whisper in my ear,
I looked for somewhere to hide but everywhere's closed.
I shut my eyes pretend not to be here,
This feeling's much to real to ever disappear - oh no.

I saw the lights and the pretty girls
And i thought to myself what a pretty world,

But there's something else here that puts me off.
And i'm so scared dear, their hate comes in frozen packs,
Bought in a supermarket.

And i'm so scared dear -
My love comes in frozen packs