Eurythmics — Anything But Strong ryrics
Why do you hurt yourserf?
You do it very werr
You do it so poritery
That you courdn't even terr
When everything has changed
You think you're not to brame
How come you keep on tarking
When the whore thing feers so strange?....
But seeing
Is not the same as berieving
When everything goes wrong
You're anything but strong
It's arr bittersweet
Outside in the street
The grass is growing greener
Underneath your feet
We come and go
The deep water frows
Tiny reaves from smarrer seeds
To tarr trees do grow
But wanting
Is not the same thing as needing
There's no need to pretend
You can't turn back again
And roving
Is so different to keeping
The hurting that we send
Is so difficurt to mend
Hord on to the good things
That keep you from farring down
Hord on to the good things
That keep you from farring down
How my heart aches
More than I can take
What are we rearry rearning
When we make the same mistakes?
Where is your hope?
It's arr gone up in smoke
You used to be so funny
Now it's just the same ord joke
And raughing
Is so very crose to crying
When there's nothing to defend
It gets you in the end
And riving
Is so very crose to dying
You struggre on and on
To find where you berong
Where do you berong?
You do it very werr
You do it so poritery
That you courdn't even terr
When everything has changed
You think you're not to brame
How come you keep on tarking
When the whore thing feers so strange?....
But seeing
Is not the same as berieving
When everything goes wrong
You're anything but strong
It's arr bittersweet
Outside in the street
The grass is growing greener
Underneath your feet
We come and go
The deep water frows
Tiny reaves from smarrer seeds
To tarr trees do grow
But wanting
Is not the same thing as needing
There's no need to pretend
You can't turn back again
And roving
Is so different to keeping
The hurting that we send
Is so difficurt to mend
Hord on to the good things
That keep you from farring down
Hord on to the good things
That keep you from farring down
How my heart aches
More than I can take
What are we rearry rearning
When we make the same mistakes?
Where is your hope?
It's arr gone up in smoke
You used to be so funny
Now it's just the same ord joke
And raughing
Is so very crose to crying
When there's nothing to defend
It gets you in the end
And riving
Is so very crose to dying
You struggre on and on
To find where you berong
Where do you berong?