Music World
 
Find Artists:
 
 
 
Russian versionSwitch to Russian 
Eurythmics
Eurythmics


Background information
Origin London, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Synthpop
New Wave
Pop Rock
Years active 1980—2005
Label(s) Arista Records
RCA Records
Associated acts The Catch
The Tourists
Website Website
Former members
Annie Lennox
Dave Stewart



Music World  →  Lyrics  →  E  →  Eurythmics  →  Albums  →  We Too Are One

Eurythmics Album


We Too Are One (1989)
1989
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
. . .



Don't ya worry if you're lonely baby
I'm at your door...
Put your trouble down
Upon me baby
That's what I'm for...

People like us
Are too messed up
To live in solitude
I'm gonna cure that problem baby
I'm gonna fix it good...

We two are one
We two are one

Don't ya know I really love you baby
And that is sure...
All the groovy things
About you baby
Make me feel secure...

People like us
Are strong enough
To hold ourselves together
Keep the sky from fallin' down
Yea -
We're gonna live forever...

We two are one
We two are one

So put your lovin' arms
Around me baby
And hold me tight...
Give it everything
You've got now baby
We'll get it right...

People like us
Are too messed up
To live in solitude
I'm gonna cure that problem baby
I'm gonna fix it good

We two are one
We two are one

. . .



Well c'mon darlin'
The stars are burning bright
C'mon now darlin'
Our lick is good tonight -
'Cause we're the all time winners
In the all time loser's game
Yea we're the all time winners
And here we go again

The king & queen of America...

Yea it's the king of nothing
And the queen of rage
With a pile of confusion
Upon a glittering stage
You know we never did anything
To make ourselves feel proud
You know we never did anything
So let's play it loud

Let's hear it for the -
King & queen of America...

So c'mon darlin'
There's a big moon in the sky -
We're gonna build
A little satellite -
We're gonna make it fly...

We're gonna send it up to heaven
All the way up to the stars
And all of them aliens
Are gonna find out
Who we are -

We're talkin' 'bout the
King & queen of America

. . .



Do you feel sorry lover?
Do you feel blue?
What reason did you have
To be untrue?
Now you could be so good
But you have to be so bad
When you could make me
Happy lover
You make me sad.

Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' out the flame
That used to burn inside me
At the mention of your name,
Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' down the track -
That's where I'm goin'
And I'm never comin' back...

My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
Tonight - oh yea...

Now there's nothing
Comes from nothing
That's what they always say
Didn't mama tell ya
That's the price you have to pay?
Now you can't have
Your piece of cake
And eat the sweet thing too
But that kind of understanding
Isn't good enough for you
My my - baby's gonna cry

. . .



Miracle of miracles
Look what the night dragged in
It's a pocket full of misery
And trouble on the wind
You spoiled the best years
Of your life
You took them all in vain
Now you think that you're forgiven
But you can't be born again

And you say
Why?
You say why?
You say why?
Don't ask me why

I don't love you anymore
I don't think I ever did
And if you ever had
Any kind of love for me
You kept it all so well hid...

Promises sweet promises
You kept them from your mind
Like all the lost forgotten things
You never seemed to find
Like all the disappointments
You displayed upon your shelf
Now you've got no-one to turn to
You've got no-one but yourself

And you say
Why?...

. . .



Underneath this canopy of snow
Where fifty-seven winters
Took their toll
Where did you go?

And I believed in you
I believed in you
Like Elvis Presley
Singing psalms on a Sunday
(Where did you go?)

Well she's gone to meet her maker
Back to where she came from
Come to save her soul...
Come to save her soul...
Come to take her home
'Cause it's late and past
Your bedtime
Well past bedtime

Angel
My angel
Fly over me
Angel...

She took her life
Within her hands
She took her life
Within her own two hands
And no-one can tell her
What to do now

And I believed in you
I believed in you
Like Elvis Presley
Singin live from Las Vegas
(Where did you go?)

Well she's gone to meet
Her maker
Back to where she came from
Come to save her soul...

. . .



Well I passed you by this morning
You were stumblin' down the street
And by the look upon your face
I could tell you wasn't
Feeling too sweet -

You dropped down to the bottom -
That's what you
Gone and did -
Livin' in a bad dream
Finally flipped your lid

Well - Superman I've got
News for you
And every body else
That's listenin' too
There's a new way out
If yer ready to hear
We're gonna make it clear

What we need is revival!
Revival.

Look at that girl
She's the saddest thing
You've ever seen -
Washed up and faded
Like a dirty old pair of jeans

She's running round in circles
But she don't have a single friend -
Looks like her own bitterness
Has twisted her till the end

Well - Mona Lisa look me in the eye
And tell me when
You're gonna get satisfied
I'm gonna spell it out
Right in front of you
This is what you have to do -

Get ready for revival!
Revival...
R.E.V.I.V.A.L.
It's gonna lift you
Right up
From your prison cell
Play it out loud
Like a ringing bell
You go
R.E.V.I.V.A.L.

. . .



Well the sun came up this morning
Like a burning red balloon
It broke into my window
And it slipped across the room
It spread itself upon me
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby

I'm not a saviour
I'm not a saint
I'm not an angel
I'm not that quaint

Don't need a preacher
To be that wise
Don't need a teacher -
I've got my eyes...

You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me

A history of bitterness
You have left a blazing trail
If you had been a hammer
I'd be a broken nail
You gave me nothing -
Nothing but regrets
Don't think it's over -
It's not over yet

You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me...

(And everytime
You try to fool yourself
You've only got yourself
To blame
And every lie you ever
Told yourself
Will all come back to you
One day)

[They say there's no hell on earth
That's like a woman scorned
And if you have to face yourself
You'll wish you'd not been born
And if you have to face yourself
You'll find me standing there
In the shadows, in the corners
At the foot of every stair]

. . .



Sylvia is missing -
Dark stars tattooed
Across her face...
Tiny bruises
Black & blue
The dedication on her arm
Reads "LOVE & HATE"
Yea yea

Passing through the underground
Sylvia is coming down
The queen has lost her crown
Today...

She wants to fall
Into a deep deep sleep
So she can forget herself

Run away to London
Lipstick tainted
Powder painted
Perfume in her hair

Run away to London
A thousand cold caresses
Couldn't keep her there
Yea yea

She wants to fall
Into a deep deep sleep
So she can forget herself

The finger prints
Of strangers
On the ugly bedroom floor
Reveal the only traces
Of what Sylvia was for

. . .



It's five o'clock
In the afternoon
Somebody's playing
A sixties tune on the radio

A lazy wind tumbles
Down the street
It shakes the dust up
With the summer heat
Where the people go...

In fancy town
Where nothing's real
They don't consider
What you feel

In fancy town
It's black & white
They close their minds
They say
Wrong is right

How long
Will your love
Hold on
To stay strong enough

In fancy town
The attitude
Could strip you bare
Like frozen food

A ship of fools
In a crazy choir
Is gonna take you home
And light your fire

In fancy town
Where nothing's real
They don't consider
What you feel

In fancy town
It's black & white
They close their minds
They say
Wrong is right

How long
Will your love
Hold on
To stay strong enough

A deck of cards
In perfect black
Like cold cement
On the pavement cracks
Where lovers steal
And beg for time
And doctors sign
On the dotted line...

. . .



Well don't you cry now -
Don't go drowning in your tears
Haven't you learnt anything
After all these years?

All God's little children
Are beautiful & pure
And you're as good
As all of them
Of this you can be sure

And we are just the same
Underneath the shadows
Of the sun
And we are just the same
No more no less than anyone

All the people
Of this lonely world
Have got some pain inside
Don't go thinking
You're the only one
Who ever broke right down
And cried

That's when the rain comes down
That's when the rain comes down

And this is for the broken dreamers
This is for vacant souls
This is for the hopeless losers
This is for the hopeless fools
And the burnt out
And the useless
And the lonely & the weak
And the lost & the degraded
& the too dumb to speak

And the day goes down
That's when the day
Goes down

. . .


See also:




© 2011 Music World. All rights reserved.