a-ha “scoundrel days”

was that some­body scream­ing?
it wasn’t me for sure
i lift my head up from uneasy pil­lows
put my feet on the floor
cut my wrist on a bad thought
and head for the door

out­side on the pave­ment
the dark makes no noise
i can feel the sweat on my lips
leak­ing into my mouth
i’m head­ing out for the steep hills
they’re leav­ing me no choice

and see as our lives are in the mak­ing
we believe through the lies and the hat­ing
that love goes free

for want of an option
i run the wind ’round
i dream pic­tures of houses burn­ing
never know­ing noth­ing else to do
with death comes the morn­ing
unan­nounced and new

was it too much to ask for
to pull a lit­tle weight?
they for­give any­thing but great­ness
these are scoundrel days
and i’m close to call­ing out their names
as pride hits my face

see as our lives are in the mak­ing
we believe through their lies and the hat­ing
that love goes free
through scoundrel days

i reach the edge of town
i’ve got blood in my hair
their hands touch my body
from every­where
but i know that i’ve made it
as i run into the air

and see as our lives are in the mak­ing
we believe through the lies and the hat­ing
that love goes free
through scoundrel days

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