A-Ha
"Scoundrel Days"

Was that somebody screaming�
it wasn't me for sure
i lift my head up from uneasy pillows
put my feet on the floor
cut my wrist on a bad thought
and head for the door

Outside on the pavement
the dark makes no noise
i can feel the sweet on my lips
leaking into my mouth
i'm heading out for the steep hills
they're leaving me no choice

and see�as our lives are in the making
we believe through the lies and the hating
that love goes free

for want of an option
i run the wind 'round
i dream pictures of houses burning
nver knowing nothing else to do
wth death comes the morning�
unannounced and new

was it too much to ask for
to pull a little weight�
they forgive anything, but greatness
these are scoundrel days
and I'm close to calling out their names
as pride hits my face

see�
as our lives are in the making
we believe through their lies and the hating
that love goes free

I reach the edge of town
i've got blood in my hair
their hands touch my body
from everywhere
but I know that I've made it
as I run into the air

and see�
as our lives are in the making
we believe through their lies and the hating
that love goes free
through scoundrel days