100 lyrics for "It isn't you, it isn't"

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls
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Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you If you search for tenderness It isn't hard to find You can have the love you need to live But if you look for truthfulness You might just as
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Right at you And I'm aiming right at you Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon Without you We touch I feel a rush It isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what's in store
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It is the springtime of my loving The second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing So little warmth I've felt before It isn't hard to feel me glowing I watched the fire that grew so low, oh It is the summer of my smiles Flee from me,
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It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand I'm never changing who I am I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town 'Cause after all This city
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It might be over soon, soon, soon Where you gonna look for confirmation? And if it's ever gonna happen So as I'm standing at the station It might be over soon (All these years) There I find you marked in constellation (two, two) There isn't ceiling in
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I just want to give you that (breakfast in bed) I just want to take you home with me You home with me Isn't that what we do this for? I just want to give you that So let me take you to my room I'll give you what you need I just want to take this to
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Girl, don't tell me that it's morning Can we keep the curtains drawn I haven't given you fair warning But our ship, she sails at dawn It's true I must be going but I swear I won't be long There isn't that much ocean between Boston and St. John's I'm a
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My rhymes so unspeakable My dreams so unreachable Give it a purpose, cause life itself isn't meaningful Now that's the truth, I'm speaking for the youth That's aiming for the top but falling from the roof Here we, here we go again, with my paper and my
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