You can call them chronicles You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone You can call them chronicles You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone You favour progression over honesty Whilst you pick apart the misguided things that you thought about me If you took the time just to get a clue Than you'll probably just realise I'm the same as you You can call them chronicles You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone You can call them chronicles
You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone And in the last 12 months I've felt like a stopgap And a punch bag and a doormat But I'm better than that And I don't want to feel That the only thing that can make me real Is the fact that I can sing and write For the joy of someone else You can call them chronicles You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone You can call them chronicles You can call them songs It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone