You, you have a face for fashion
For style in the place of passion
A rose in the garden
You, you look like you really meant it
Twisting the knife in my chest
Stamping on whats left
I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears
The map, the map of the world is on you
the moon gravitates around you
The seasons obey you
But I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears
No sooner was I born
Than I was dying
What kind of world is this?
Its only a stone for throwing
Looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turned me over
Why, why do you act so stupid
When you know you are always right
Looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter alright
You turn me over alright
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
Alright, you turned me over
For style in the place of passion
A rose in the garden
You, you look like you really meant it
Twisting the knife in my chest
Stamping on whats left
I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears
The map, the map of the world is on you
the moon gravitates around you
The seasons obey you
But I never was
I never was one for crying
I never was one for tears
No sooner was I born
Than I was dying
What kind of world is this?
Its only a stone for throwing
Looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter, alright
You turned me over
Why, why do you act so stupid
When you know you are always right
Looks like an early winter, alright
Looks like an early winter, alright
An early winter alright
You turn me over alright
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
And it gets too much yeah it gets too much
Starting over and over and over again
Alright, you turned me over
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I'm old fan for keane and I read this for along time ago , you can find also in Wiki this ..
but i heard it's wrote for tom chaplin , about him
by tin rice oxley ?
"No sooner was I born
Than I was dying
What kind of world is this?
Its only a stone for throwing"
Clearly there is a disagreement with a person here ("you turn me over"), but there also seems to be just a general resentment with life, and the way human history is going.
Also, winter is the "death" of the year. Plants die, the year literally ends. It's "too much" to start over (spring is like starting over). Essentially he asks, iIs it worth it to try and fix this relationship if we're all going to die anyway?