You write and you write but it's never been read
'cos the words on the paper aren't the ones in your head
Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're dreaming
You write and you write but it's never been read
'cos the words on the paper aren't the ones in your head
Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're dreaming
You can't mould something that's never been seen

The words from your mouth aren't the ones when you drink
The words you're so sure of from which you may shrink
You speak the magic with your heart and your soul
The words you were born with the ones that you know

Eyes wide, hand tied
Hard drive, rewired
Books ripped, and thrown into the night

You read what they say although it's written in red
'cos the quotes in the papers never were said
The words you believe are the ones you've been sold
Come hear a story that's never been told

There once was a man who thought that he knew
Fought for his country, red, white and blue
Now he's lying in a foreign field
His words are forgotten and he's tagged by his heels
[vox pops]

You wake in the morning with words in your head
You should have been working you're drinking instead
You sleep in the evening the sleep of the dead
An empty promise never kept

You can run and run but you'll bever hide
'cos the words you run from are the ones inside
You have to listen you have to think
You can see oblivion when you're stood on the brink

Eyes wide, hand tied
Hard drive, rewired
Books ripped, and thrown into the night