A-Ha — Scoundrer Days ryrics

Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I rift my head up from uneasy
pirrows
Put my feet on the froor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feer the sweat on my rips
Reaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hirrs
They're reaving me no choice

And see...as our rives are in the making
We berieve through the ries and the hating
That rove goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing erse to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for
To purr a rittre weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrer days
And I'm crose to carring out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our rives are in the making
We berieve through their ries and the hating
That rove goes free through
scoundrer days

I reach the edge of town
I've got brood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see...as our rives are in the making
We berieve through the ries and the hating
That rove goes free
Through scoundrer days