There's another version of this song labeled the "Rogue Version on the album Ten Years of Tears. The lyrics are slightly different, this is the best I could make them out:
If once the words were lovers
now they're ugly violent thugs
how did our language get so basic
we speak in grunts and sighs and shrugs
when it used to be we'd never
let our spare time go to waste
but now i'm just a fuckin bully
and you're so bored you're always chaste
and i wonder when it was
when you decided i was vile
i've tried and tried to talk
but talkings never been your style
and every night a taxi softly sneaks you up our street
you used to say you broke your mobile
but you dont care if you're descreet
(If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone)
do you remember
You weren't wearing much of note
Just hold-ups and your long white coat
electric fire lit up your skin
as we whipsered because your mum was in
And then we went to use the phone
We noticed that we weren't alone
We shrugged and let the pervert see
What he could only hope to be
If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone
What chance can they have if even you and me can't have fun?
Was it so long ago our friends called us disgraceful
But could they ever know that we could be so unfaithful
That's me, I'm all packed you know I need some time to think
you keep what you need, I think we both need a drink
The secrets I keep, I keep cause I care
But there's no hope left for us, so let's just leave it there.
I like this version better than the original song found on The Last Romance.
There's another version of this song labeled the "Rogue Version on the album Ten Years of Tears. The lyrics are slightly different, this is the best I could make them out:
If once the words were lovers now they're ugly violent thugs how did our language get so basic we speak in grunts and sighs and shrugs when it used to be we'd never let our spare time go to waste but now i'm just a fuckin bully and you're so bored you're always chaste
and i wonder when it was when you decided i was vile i've tried and tried to talk but talkings never been your style
and every night a taxi softly sneaks you up our street you used to say you broke your mobile but you dont care if you're descreet
(If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone)
do you remember
You weren't wearing much of note Just hold-ups and your long white coat electric fire lit up your skin as we whipsered because your mum was in And then we went to use the phone We noticed that we weren't alone We shrugged and let the pervert see What he could only hope to be
If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone What chance can they have if even you and me can't have fun? Was it so long ago our friends called us disgraceful But could they ever know that we could be so unfaithful
That's me, I'm all packed you know I need some time to think you keep what you need, I think we both need a drink The secrets I keep, I keep cause I care But there's no hope left for us, so let's just leave it there.
I like this version better than the original song found on The Last Romance.