Pop Song کے بول

Behind the iron gates The shifts were workes in silence Each weekend beckoned like ulysses's sirens And as the words were few We'd listen to the radio It was loud, and irritated me so I'll tell you I love you Like my favourite pop song These promises won't keep Though every road begins and ends with you The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows But the money goes and the time goes to I'll tell you I love you "Like the stars above you" Like my favourite pop song Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue We squander these gifts Like another sunday supplement Theres just so much cash In the hands of the government I'll tell you I love you Like my favourite pop song