Tekstovi: Keane. Under the Iron Sea. Is It Any Wonder?.
I, I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
It's so long that now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on
My side
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well, maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
Sometimes I get the feeling that
I'm stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme
[Incomprehensible] is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral
Just the sad, lonely spires
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
I'd always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
It's so long that now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on
My side
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well, maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
Sometimes I get the feeling that
I'm stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme
[Incomprehensible] is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days
After all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral
Just the sad, lonely spires
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?