Postcards From a Young Man

I don't believe in absolutes anymore I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong This life it sucks your principles away You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again Thes

The sky is falling in on you Crushed any happiness you knew The tree gave more to you than love It's still there but baby you're gone Remember you stretched out in the sun All alone forever conclusions foregone Will you find some kind of nothingness

It's Not War Just The End Of Love Manic Street Preachers To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive Do you see the stars or the darkness begin? You fight your war, I fought for my life You pay your dues and I'll pay mine It's not war, just the end of lov

We've finally found a way To consume boredom every day We've all become our personal gods We've all become so sad and lost So sad So sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camoufl