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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Del Amitri
Del Amitri
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Currie
Justin Currie
Composer
Iain Harvie
Iain Harvie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gil Norton
Gil Norton
Producer

Lyrics

You have to laugh a lot At what we throw away that half the Earth's not got And who's in charge When there's barbed-wire fences 'round the graveyards? And I know it's about time We got to the point we've been denying Maligning problems of the world is fine But I can't keep talking when it's running through my mind So I've got the feeling and you've got the feeling, I guess It's on the tips of our tongues, it's at the base of our breath But though the night is young it will grow up before too long So say yes before we talk, talk, talk it to death Beneath the sewers there's stone Beneath the stone there's the water which we pipe into our homes So when the rich mock what's below them They mock the whiskey and the beer and every burgundy they own And I know now who's in love with you So let's stop the conversation and see I don't want you to think or hesitate When I declare that who to be me So I've got the feeling and you've got the feeling, I guess It's on the tips of our tongues, it's at the base of our breath But though the night is young it will grow up before too long So say yes before we talk, talk, talk it to death Before we talk it to death Okay girl, we both know Outside this room there's boardrooms of creeps Calling famine kids cannibals and killing for cameras But tonight, it's right And forgive me for noticing you're wearing a dress So let's not talk this to death Now I'm stuffing coins into a meter And I'm cold and I'm bored and I've wasted all my food My mind is rotting while my eyes are glued To the last few minutes of the flickering tube And we know things get repeated So no one gives themselves away We try to disguise our feelings But we just talk them all completely away So I've got the feeling and you've got the feeling, I guess It's on the tips of our tongues, it's at the base of our breath But though the night is young it will grow up before too long So say yes before we talk, talk, talk it to death Talk it to death Talk it to death Mmm, talk it to death Talk it to death Talk, talk, talk, talk
Writer(s): Justin Currie, Iain Harvie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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