Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Hook and The Light
Peter Hook and The Light
Performer
Peter Hook
Peter Hook
Bass Guitar
David Potts
David Potts
Guitar
Jack Bates
Jack Bates
Bass Guitar
Paul Kehoe
Paul Kehoe
Drums
Martin Rebelski
Martin Rebelski
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard Sumner
Bernard Sumner
Songwriter
Gillian Gilbert
Gillian Gilbert
Songwriter
Peter Hook
Peter Hook
Songwriter
Stephen Morris
Stephen Morris
Songwriter
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Shapland
Will Shapland
Producer

Lyrics

Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids have run away
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine
I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart
Written by: Bernard Sumner, Gillian Gilbert, Peter Hook, Stephen Hague, Stephen Morris
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