so me.

Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying, Play me a song to set me free. Nobody writes them like they used to, So it may as well be me. Here on my own now after hours; here on my own now on a bus.

Think of it this way: You could either be successful or be us. With our winning smiles, and us, with our catchy tunes, and us. Now we're photogenic, you know, we don't stand a chance.

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story. About a boy who's just like me, thought there was love in everything and everyone. You're so naive! They always reach a sorry ending, they always get it in the end.

Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then with a winning smile, the boy with naivety succeeds. At the final moment, I cried, I always cry at endings.

Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at all. From where I'm sitting, rain washing against the lonely tenement has set my mind to wander. Into the windows of my lovers, they never know unless I write

"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know, goodbye" said the hero in the story. "It is mightier than swords. I could kill you sure But I could only make you cry with these words".

-- get me away from here i'm dying, belle and sebastian