100 Broken Windows lyrics

You look worn out, more and more each day
With every step, and every page
You look worn out, more and more each day
With every step, and every page

Your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It’s the beginning of the century
Inside your croft, dated back to the beginning of the century
It’s the beginning of the century

What are you looking for? You’ll never get close

I’ve contacted
Someone that I’ve always wanted
I’ve contacted
Someone that I’ve always wanted to be
We’ll talk about reality
You and me
We’ll talk about cruel uneven reality

The best plan is to stay in one place
If you can’t crawl outside, there’ll be no
The best plan is to stay in one place
If you can’t crawl outside

Meet me at the harbour
I’ll meet you where i find you

I couldn’t stand up looking up at the faded party
I couldn’t stand up looking up at a faded party

It was a mistake pageant
It was a mistake from the start
This is a mistake pageant
But it’s unsuitable to laugh like the others

Couldn’t stand up looking up, I’m at a faded party
I couldn’t stand up looking at, at a famous party

It was a mistake pageant
It was a mistake from the start

I felt alone
I put on my new shoes and hit the town
I still felt alone
I’m convinced everyone’s built to be put down

I had to say (I had to say)
What I wanted to say (what I wanted to say)
I had to say (what I wanted to say)
Where are you going to stay?

I felt alone
Independence day comes when you’re down
Still felt alone
Ten times I thought I’d almost found you

I want to fly a little to the right, I’ll never get to Crowsdell
And I want to stay awake all night to realise (I’m not Ben Hoy)

What should I take with me to the North? It’s the good North
The promised success, the appropriate North. It’s the good North

Apparently, you’re happy, you’ve realised
I’m meant to be, unhappy, I’ve realised (I’m not Ben Hoy)

When it happens
You'll feel like an islander
You'll see ships and they'll be reminders
That you're on an island
I'm on an island

The chances are there's a reason we've been left here
But I'm not disappointed
The chances are there's a reason we’ve been left
The chances are, the chances are

You can't contact, you can't contact
You can't cope without the contact

As it happens

You thought the fire could protect you from it
But why have you been so, why have you been ill informed?
I felt that fire could protect me from everything
You’re just too gullible

Actually it’s darkness, I don’t know what I’m scared of
It’s darkness, I must be scared of something
You must be scared of something, quite quite special

You shed a shade of shyness

Dear Hugh Miller, I’ve thought it through for a while but it doesn’t get any easier
And three months on in this bad design won’t make it feel any easier
Your grave, it’s your grave

Dear Hugh Miller, it’s four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier.
I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesn’t get much easier.
Your grave, it’s your grave

It’s a better way to feel
Don’t be real, be post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

It’s a better way to feel
When you’re not real, you’re post modern
(it’s not that one dimensional, it’s not the only thought)

I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited for progress
I stopped and waited
But I’m not willing to accept it all

It felt cold inside, so we threw the radio onto the fire
It felt good to watch it, burn away to nothing

You said you felt weak
I hope its got nothing to do
With the things you told me

Nothing but your eyes
Looking down on the third place
You’ve got nothing but determination
To come in third

You were always going to be like this
If it’s somewhere that’s as cold as this

I woke up first this morning
I’ve never seen the dawn
But I know what the world looked like before
How would I know what you said?
You’re always first to go to bed
You’re intent on sleeping it off

Let me sleep, next to the mirror
I know you don’t like mirrors
When they reflect on you

For every word that you write
They won’t mean much as barricades (they hold me down)

You listen to what you’ve got
And then you realise that it’s nothing

What’s in these bad dreams?
I might as well be talking backwards
What’s in these bad dreams?
You might as well be talking to yourself

You listen to what you’ve got
And then you realise that it’s nothing

What’s in these bad dreams?
You might as well be talking backwards
What’s in these bad dreams?

Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Rose, ability. There is no roseability

You’ve got off with too much now
You’re getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They don’t teach you what you don’t already know
You’ve always been, dissatisfied

Gertrude Stein said "that’s enough"
(I know that that’s not enough now)

I found a mountain on my own (I’m encouraged)
Trust history to say it’s unknown (it’s discouraging)
There’s a seventeen contest in my own home (discourage)
Sick of seventeen contests in my own home (discourage)
Don’t cross the road, you’re under a spell
A broken violin (discourage)
Don’t cross the road, you’re under a spell
Of broken violins

All I need is a little discourage