(Noel Gallagher)
i can give the hundred million reasons
to build a barricade
blame it on the changing of the seasons
the thoughts that I convey
does it make it alright?
it doesn't make it alright
to roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul
leave me here
look around at all the plastic people
who live without a care
try to sit with me around my table
but never bring a chair
does it make it alright?
it doesn't make it alright
to roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul
and leave me here
to roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul
leave me here
to roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul
leave me here