Manic Street Preachers Golden Platitudes
The platitudes they all disolved
They got too deep got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
Oh what a Shangri-La
Oh what a shower we are
Oh what a mess we've made
What happened to those days?
When everything seemed possible
With no-one to tell you "No"
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
Born to be a communist
But then our marriage fails
As did the partnership
The platitudes they all dissolved
They got too deep got too involved
The platitudes just interludes
To break the trust with me and you
I fell back in love with love
I know that it might sound odd
The liberal left destroyed
Every bit of our youth
Left with the barest of bones
Leaving us all with holes
Where did it all go wrong?
Where did the feeling go?
Why colonise the moon?
When every different kind of desperation exists
In every single home
Where did the feeling go?
Where did the feeling go?
Where did it all go wrong?
