He imagines the world
|
As the angel ascending
|
Like the ghost of a man
|
Who is tied up to the chair
|
|
And he tries to believe
|
That his life has a meaning
|
With his hand on his heart
|
Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre
|
|
And I wake up blind
|
Like my dreams were too bright
|
And I lost my regard
|
For the good things that I had
|
And the radio was sad
|
|
When you listen for good
|
In a hope that comes to nothing
|
a¢æ?Cos the liars have moved in
|
And they believe their own
|
Dark medicine
|
|
They act so nonchalant
|
But he is not a dog
|
Perform for you in the stadium
|
For the world, not for the war
|
|
And he won't hesitate
|
Though it might lead to heartache
|
In the night club indigo
|
For the world, not for the war
|
Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre
|
|
When you listen for good
|
In a hope that comes to nothing
|
'Cos the liars have moved in
|
And they brew their own
|
Dark medicine
|
Believing it's good
|
Behind their jaded eyes,
|
A dilemma
|
|
He's the best
|
You ever had
|
He's so low
|
You'll never know
|
|
-----------------
|
Pour Le Monde
|
Crowded House |