Alone lyrics

Artist  : Beautiful South 
Song : Alone



 Send "Alone" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   Like the contents of your
handbag

 You don't know why it's there

 People ask you where you're heading

 You just answer "anywhere" 

 

 We don't mean to be this vague

 It just happens that we are

 No-one asked us to elaborate

 We just shrug our shoulders and be 

 

 And like the stories that just happened

 No-one thought of, no-one planned

 We could have ruled, we could have conquered

 Then we could have been a man 

 

 We could be ex-husband

 We could be ex-wife

 But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon
life 

 

 Alone, alone

 Half an hour is seven hours

 One day is several months

 Alone, alone

 A month is a calendar

 A year can be a decade spent

 Alone 

 

 He knows "hello" in eighteen languages

 "I love you" in only one

 By the time he's got his phrase-book

 The chance is usually gone 

 

 And we feel ourselves quite prepared

 But quite prepared for what

 We always took the lead

 Before we actually knew the plot 

 

 And you can tell where we've been shopping

 By the bags beneath our eyes

 Make-up shoulders burden

 But the smile never lies 

 

 We could be ex-husband

 We could be ex-wife

 But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon
life 

 

 Alone, alone

 Half an hour is seven hours

 One day is several months

 Alone, alone

 A month is a calendar

 A year can be a decade spent

 Alone 

 

 So empty at the airport

 You don't set off the doors

 We used to feel like chorus girl

 And now we feel like whores 

 

 Hearts built like reservoirs

 Words built like dams

 Thoughts built like juggernauts

 Our actions built like prams 

 

 And when the wind blows into our face

 We should be warmer and not colder

 Well, what price the charges

 On this cargo that we shoulder 

 

 We could be ex-husband

 We could be ex-wife

 But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon
life 

 

 Alone, alone

 Half an hour is seven hours

 One day is several months

 Alone, alone

 A month is a calendar

 A year can be a decade spent

 Alone 

 

 And we only smoke when bored

 So we do two packs a day

 And we've lost the difference