You write and you write but it's never been read   'cos the words on the paper aren't the ones in your head   Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're dreaming   You can't mould something that's never been seen      The words from your mouth aren't the ones when you drink   The words you're so sure of from which you may shrink   You speak the magic with your heart and your soul   The words you were born with the ones that you know      Eyes wide, hand tied,   Hard drive, rewired,   Books ripped, and thrown into the night      You read what they say although it's written in red   'cos the quotes in the papers never were said   The words you believe are the ones you've been sold   Come hear a story that's never been told      There once was a man who thought that he knew   Fought for his country, red, white and blue   Now he's lying in a foreign field   His words are forgotten and he's tagged by his heels      [vox pops]      You wake in the morning with words in your head   You should have been working you're drinking instead   You sleep in the evening the sleep of the dead   An empty promise never kept      You can run and run but you'll bever hide   'cos the words you run from are the ones inside   You have to listen you have to think   You can see oblivion when you're stood on the brink      Eyes wide, hand tied,   Hard drive, rewired,   Books ripped, and thrown into the night