Alone Lyrics - Beautiful South

(Heaton/Rotheray) 

Like the contents of your handbag 

You don't know why it's there 

People ask you where you're heading 

You just answer "anywhere" 

We don't mean to be this vague 

It just happens that we are 

No-one asked us to elaborate 

We just shrug our shoulders and be 

And like the stories that just happened 

No-one thought of, no-one planned 

We could have ruled, we could have conquered 

Then we could have been a man 

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We could be ex-husband 

We could be ex-wife 

But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life 

Alone, alone 

Half an hour is seven hours 

One day is several months 

Alone, alone 

A month is a calendar 

A year can be a decade spent 

Alone 

He knows "hello" in eighteen languages 

"I love you" in only one 

By the time he's got his phrase-book 

The chance is usually gone 

And we feel ourselves quite prepared 

But quite prepared for what 

We always took the lead 

Before we actually knew the plot 

Photos 

And you can tell where we've been shopping 

By the bags beneath our eyes 

Make-up shoulders burden 

But the smile never lies 

We could be ex-husband 

We could be ex-wife 

But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life 

Alone, alone 

Half an hour is seven hours 

One day is several months 

Alone, alone 

A month is a calendar 

A year can be a decade spent 

Alone 

So empty at the airport 

You don't set off the doors 

We used to feel like chorus girls 

And now we feel like whores 

Hearts built like reservoirs 

Words built like dams 

Thoughts built like juggernauts 

Our actions built like prams 

And when the wind blows into our face 

We should be warmer and not colder 

Well, what price the charges 

On this cargo that we shoulder 

We could be ex-husband 

We could be ex-wife 

But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life 

Alone, alone 

Half an hour is seven hours 

One day is several months 

Alone, alone 

A month is a calendar 

A year can be a decade spent 

Alone 

And we only smoke when bored 

So we do two packs a day 

And we've lost the difference 

Between bored and lonely anyway