| From Despair To Where |
| Lyrics by Richey James and Nicky Wire, music by James Dean Bradfield and Sean Moore I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where Outside open mouthed crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity |