Lyrics

A picture of yourself Armed with all you'll know Stabbing through the dark For a place to go It's the pages, it's the past It's the roots that trip that grow Search yourself for something For something you've not done Bothered off and living A life of your own In the city where convenient Is the throw of a stone How are you supposed to know How you are supposed to go? So you take to living Living is all you've got Dodge the fake and fending And all the things you're not All the love you'd give But your heart's still uncaught How are you supposed to know How you are supposed to go? How are you supposed to know How you are supposed to go? (If you'd take the time to cut once, you measure twice) (To find out the best things to know) (A dream in rewind like you're a man of the mice) (To find out the best way to go) (Won't that be nice) (If you could cut once you measured twice?) How are you supposed to know How you are supposed to go? (How are you supposed to know) (How you are supposed to go?)
Writer(s): Donald Brownrigg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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