written by Fran Healy

[Never / Mothers]? see [bad word] around
They know they got their heads screwed on
I'm standing in the middle of town
I know I might [bad word] home

Just standing where I am with all the people passing by me
The sound of all these passers-by
Mixed in with the bus and motor-car
I must be sure these are the signs
Cos I've been here a million times before

Just tell me when [bad word] around [bad word] around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Hunting you down
Bringing you round

Tell me if I'm bringing you down
Cos I was fine till you came along
You tell me they're tears of a clown, clown
That I'm confusing while abusing my mind
So far away I wanna be
That's not as close to you and me
The things they call our destiny
Now why do you have to pick on me at all?
My walls [bad word] down

Just tell me when [bad word] around [bad word] around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Hunting you down [bad word] around

Just tell me when [bad word] around [bad word] around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Dragging you down

Just tell me when [bad word] around [bad word] around
I think I see [bad word] to town
It's dragging you down
 [bad word] around