The Sundays
Life Goes On
Build me up don't get me down
Weather the storm
Well, life goes on
Feelings ebb and flow by hour
You're up in the clouds
And then you sink like a stone

So do you fill yourself with pills
To deaden your ills?
Or are you only one love short of happiness?
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've let yourself fall away

Build me up, don't mop my brow
Weather the storm
Because life goes on
Missed my only hope right now
It's all I can do
Not to sink like a stone

So do you fill yourself with pills
To deaden your ills?
Or are you only one love short of happiness?
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've left yourself far away
So do you fill yourself with pills
To cure you of your ills?
Or are you only one love short of the happy days to come?
And in a picture on the wall
Can't see your face at all
So untie yourself
Because that's all you've got to do
And I can grab those wings
And I can take up flying
Won't be no crying
Up in the air, looking back down
And let me tell you if I talk about gloom
I don't get out of feeling down
It strips you of yourself
And splits you from the self that you know