Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark The Black Sea
On a ship to nowhere On a dark and tranquil sea I?m sinking with a cargo Of the things that cannot be On the far horizon the final sunsets fall And Tuesday becomes Wednesday Becomes any day at all Everything we do Nothing remains true I am frightened I'm a liar And I?m tortured by desire Every single day In all the simple ways I am torn apart inside by the things I?ve tried to hide down the dusty roads we go And down the leafy lanes And down the long and winding road The landscape stays the same Everything we do Nothing remains true I am frightened I'm a liar And I'm tortured by desire Every single day In all the simple ways I am torn apart inside by the things I've tried to hide Everything we do Nothing remains true I am frightened I'm a liar And I?m tortured by desire Every single day In all the simple ways I am torn apart inside by the things I've tried to hide