Lyrics

When all that counts is jokes And warming up the crowd with happy laughter Does it even matter what you say? (Does it even matter what you say?) That's the tell that gives the game away When the early sunsets come You can't deny that it's a sign of winter As for your measure of truth (As for your measure of truth) You blew it all in your misspent youth Your talent might count for nothing And failure might be the Fate or your endeavours And yet you go on Yet you go on, for the fun of it Yet you go on The way those reckless sailors go Out on the dark sea with no sun to guide them Gonna bore a hole and sink the ship (Gonna bore a hole and sink the ship) Gonna make a one-way of a round trip In the place where hearts are turned The gaslight is ever-burning And I wonder what could dim the glow? (And I wonder what could dim the glow?) Smash the lamps and burn down the show What did those sailors stand to gain? (What did those sailors stand to gain?) Some great euphoria but falsely attained Falsely attained Your talent might count for nothing And failure might be the Fate of your endeavours And yet you go on (yet you go on, yet you go on) Yet you go on, for the fun of it (yet you go on) Yet you go on (yet you go on, yet you go on) Yet you go on Yet you go on Yet you go on (just for the fun of it) Yet you go on (yet you go on) Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it) Yet you go on Yet you go on (just for the fun of it) Yet you go on (yet you go on) Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it) Yet you go on Yet you go on (just for the fun of it) Yet you go on (yet you go on) Yet you go on (yet you go on, just for the fun of it) Yet you go on Yet you go on (just for the fun of it) Yet you go on (yet you go on) Yet you go
Writer(s): Chris Cummings, Christopher A Cummings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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