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 then you sink like a stone

So do you fill 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 let yourself fall away

Build me up, don’t mop my brow

Weather the storm

Because life goes on

Missed my only hope right now

It’s all I can do

Not to sink like a stone

So do you fill 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

So do you fill 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 your face at all

So untie yourself

Because that’s all you’ve got to do

And I can grab those wings

And I can take up flying

Won’t 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 splits you from the self that you know