Life Goes On
The Sundays
Build me up don't get me down
Weather the storm
Well, life goes on
Feelings ebb and flow by hour
You're up in the clouds
and than you sink like a stone
So do you feel yourself with pills
to deaden your ills
Or are you only one love short
of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've left yourself
Far away
Build me up, don't mop my brow
Weather the storm? No
Because life goes on
Missed my only hope right now
To soar like a bird
And not to sink like a stone
So do you feel yourself with pills
oh, to deaden your ills
Or are you only one love short
of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've left yourself
Far away
So do you feel yourself with pills
To cure you of your ills
Or are you only one love short
Of the happy days to come
And in a picture on the wall
can't see the face at all
So untie yourself
Because that's all you've got to do
And I can grow a pair of wings
And I can take up flying
There'll be no crying
Up in the air
Looking back down
And let me tell you, if I talk about gloom
I don't get out of feeling down
It strips you of yourself
And it splits you from the self
That you know