When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

And nothing even matters. 'Cause the world stops When I put my arms around you, around you. They can all talk, Say what they want about us, about us. And nothing even matters This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over. And

Yes you got to be strong And be all the best you can The world is out there Conquer your fears And don't you wait too long Aye, how you doing Long time I haven't seen you Hope you behaving yourself now,

Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world and Still their deeds live forth in songs

Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey So stay on the ground girl, you better not get too high There's no other place in this world where I rather would be I'd heard about you before I wanted to

(Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone) Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide Paris, London, Tokyo There's just one thing that I gotta do And I can hardly take another goodbye Babe, it won't be long You're the one that I'm

Fear - there's a way out Touch of red Nothing has it all Bury the place I've been I fear there's a way out Reaching depth of clarity I'm not supposed to be like this I should be on the top of the world

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine Lookin' for this hour glass of time Tryna find my purpose on this grand design Is there anybody out there living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see