Trying to be misunderstood
But it doesn't do me any good
love the way they smiled at me
held their face for eternity
Now let them all fly off

When [bad word] down
it [bad word] down
And you will not be found
When it's over it's all over
Even if I make a sound

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
None of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try ...and understand

Trying to be misunderstood
Just a product of my childhood
Still I find myself outside
You can't say I haven't tried
Perhaps I tried too hard

No excuses, I won't apologise
Or justify your [bad word] find me, tell them to me
Look me in the eyes

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
None of this was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try ...and understand

Can't forgive, sorry to say
You don't know you're guilty anyway
Isn't it funny how we don't speak
The language of love?