The Sundays - Life goes on

« 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 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 »