See the World

Sometimes a song just connects. Enjoy!

Song - See the World
Artist - Gomez
Album - How we Operate




Day to day
Where do you want to be?
'Cos now you're trying to pick a fight
With everyone you need


You seem like a soldier
Who's lost his composure
You're wounded and playing a waiting game
In no-man's land no-one's to blame


See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned


Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene
With nothing of significance
Besides a shadow of a dream
You sound like an old joke
You want out, a bit broke
An' askin me time and time again
And the answer's still the same


See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned


You've got a chance to put things right
So how's it going to be?
Lay down your arms now
And put us beyond doubt
So reach out it's not too far away
Don't mess around now, don't delay

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  2. i know what u mean..abt the song connecting..and wow song too! :)

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  3. and this song even reminds me of that book..'Of human bondage' by maugham..really wow song!

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  4. @Tangled:

    This song is my anthem right now.

    Whom do you blame if you've been wounded in no man's land? We all face it, but what an awesome way to put it!

    For me, seeing the world is scheduled for later this year. Now for finding the old-fashioned girl bit.. ;)

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  5. Beautiful song!

    "It's the things that are given, not won
    Are the things that you earned"

    Enlightening.

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  6. @Avanti: Glad you liked it.. :)

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  7. Wow! brilliant song!!!
    Its what you create and that becomes your reality! :)

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