quase me tinha esquecido do prazer que é

ouvir velhas canções dos sundays ao domingo.

Give me a story and give me a bed

Give me possessions

Oh love, luck and money they go to my head like wildfire

It's good to have something to live for, you'll find

Live for tomorrow

Live for a job and a perfect behind, high time

England my country, the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But England's as happy as England can be

Why cry?

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

The worst that I can find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

But I rely on mine

Did you know desire's a terrible thing

It makes the world go blind

But if desire, desire's a terrible thing

You know that I really don't mind

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure what I want any more

It will come to me later