EVERYTHING MUST CHANGE
I was never one to back out of an argument and say I was wrong,
even when I'd seen the other side I'd hide my foolishness and carry on.
But still I'd be embarrassed 'cos they'd see what happened and they's play along
until I back myself into a corner I would only realise when they had gone.
And like a dream, a life, a reason,

Paul Young - Bit the hand that feeds

No communication, static on the line
No one understand me when I speak my mind
I just get the feeling
That I want to let go
Surrounded by the people
I dont want to know
I think why cant we be alone
You and I in the moonlight
(you and I with the lights down low)
All the signs peak to overload
And I cant have that emotion
And I bite the hand that feeds

Paul Young - Hot Fun

Hot fun making happy times,
hot fun and happy times,
hot fun the outside line.

I remember a happy time,
days were hot and the ground was dry.
Who cares what we left behind
'cos you know you are a friend of mine.
We got someone to share our love
and we don't need to worry now.

We got hot fun making happy times,
hot fun and happy times,
hot fun the outside line.

Paul Young - I was in chains

I was in chains
Chained to my love
Lying sleeping
Below the silver trees
Then up comes Davey and says
You must be running boy
Now I must fly
Now I must fly
First to my darling
Down in the valley
I cried madly
Hey, Im here at your door
She says, John, John
Now be gone from my door
You and your misery
Ill taste no more
I was in chains
And bound for Australia

Paul Young - One step forward

I'm sending you these letters
Across miles and miles of water
Tell Stevie that I saw his friend
And the mother that I love her
Well, I know I haven't been here long
And I know it seems much longer
But every letter you write back
Makes me a little stronger
Everybody here has been as many years as me
But only now they realize what they are here to see

Paul Young - Soldier's things

Davenports and kettle drums
And swallow tail coats
Table cloths and patent leather shoes
Bathing suits and bowling balls
And clarinets and rings
And all this radio really needs is a fuse
A tinker, a tailor
A soldier's things
His rifle, his boots full of rocks
And this one is for bravery
And this one for me
And everything a dollar in this box

Paul Young - Standing on the edge

He has had the secret sold to him
The door was open and you're shaking in anticipation
Let your down just when you let him in
Now you only have to dance away the night again
Lately, lonely
He was old but never felt so young
Like a lion to the slaughtered lamb
He watched you crumble
Walked away before the dance begun
Still he says that he has loved you

Paul Young - This means anything

All of the warnings you gave I ignored
and I took all the gibes as if asking for more.

"I'll be with you again", words without credence, oh.

The twist in your answer evades every question.
Reaction belies everything that you mention.

"I'll be with you again", words without credence, oh.

I choke in the air
and it catches and burns my eyes.

Paul Young - Tomb of Memories

When a man has a thing to say
Sometimes words never come his way
Strong enough to transact
Something physical
All the ways that a man can find
To evolve a picture from a state of mind
You never seem to mean the same to every guy
Something physical
Words can be found and twisted round
Words are not substitute
When it seems we are locked in a room