My brother Chris confused like i 
on 'bout the size surrender sides #(??)# 
the will to live the will to sing
 he broke the vases on the window sill
 he wore the sign for several days
 happy to just stay away
 away from home
 he fleed a move #(??)# so why should i?
 'cause Bethnal Green is where we died though 
my brother chris(x3)
 i knew he'd pass us by like that 
to get the chance to whip it out of the hat
 afraid to take the consequence 
i'd rather keep it inside my dress 
so all my support goes all to you
 you're a reflection of me
 i'm a reflection of you
 i'm not a teacher it's not a lesson 
it's my infection 
my attention to make.. wooo.. up stories,
 we make.. wooo.. up stories,
 we make.. wooo.. up stories,
 we make.. wooo.. up stories.. 
no! i knew he'd pass us by like that(x2) 
to get the chance to whip it out of the hat(x2)
 i need direction 
we need direction(x4)
 to make.. wooo.. up stories,
 we make.. wooo.. up stories, 
we make..(x2) wooo.. up stories.. ohhhhhh.. you and I, I,I (X4)