Lyrics

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, '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

Song details

Artist: crowded house