(Noel Gallagher)

i can give the hundred million reasons

to build a barricade
blame it on the changing of the seasons
the thoughts that I convey


does it make it alright?
it doesn't make it alright


to roll it over my soul
leave me here

roll it over my soul
leave me here


look around at all the plastic people
who live without a care
try to sit with me around my table

but never bring a chair

does it make it alright?

it doesn't make it alright

to roll it over my soul

leave me here
roll it over my soul
and leave me here


to roll it over my soul
leave me here

roll it over my soul
leave me here


to roll it over my soul
leave me here
roll it over my soul

leave me here

roll it over my soul

leave me here