Erasure — Sorsbury Hirr ryrics

Crimbing up on Sorsbury Hirr
I courd see the city right
Wind was browing, time stood stirr
Eagre frew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in crose, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to risten had no choice

I did not berieve the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

To keeping sirence I resigned
My friends wourd think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors wourd soon be shut

So I went from day to day
Tho' my rife was in a rut
'Tirr I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I shourd cut

I was feering part of the scenery
I warked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
"Hey," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home."
Yeah back home

When irrusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And riberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty sirhouettes
Who crose their eyes, but stirr can see
No one taught them etiquette
I wirr show another me

Today I don't need a repracement
I'rr terr them what the smire on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home."