AM I RIGHT?

CD Mute 134
UK Release Date: 25/11/91
UK Chart Highest: 15

Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

Climbing up the backstairs
There's a chill wind in the air
I wrap up from the cold
Pull the blinds in the window

Who was there?
Was it you?
Or am I just dreaming?

Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down

Boats along the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around

Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the rain
Shaking their umbrellas
Till it starts again

Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

What about the good times:
They were few and far between.
That's the understatement of the year.

Some would call it passion,
but it means a lot to me.
Life's little joke is coming clear.

And that is:
stronger than strong, wider than wide,
deeper than deep, higher than high.

Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.
Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.

You got twenty-twenty vision,
When walking down the street.
There's a fool on every corner,
standing by.

Nearly midnight and nothing here for me.
Guess I have to wait 'til the morning light.

And that is:
Stronger than strong, wider than wide,
Deeper than deep, higher than high.

Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.
Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.

Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.
Old is love, any love is fine.
Let it shine, let it flow.
Let it flow through me.

Whatever you say has no effect
On my sense of well-being, I reject
The savage words, that issue forth,
Without meaning.

If you're waiting for sex, then stand in line.
It's merely an extra, you invade my inner space,
And I tear out your guts for garters.

Your eloquence is nothing more than a hearsay.
Your intelligence leaves much to be desired.
Oh, you leave me restless,
you leave me starblind.

Step in to my world,
and I will give you a garland of roses.
We'll taste the heavy scent,
and drift around for endless moments.

But don't bother to come
if your heart is so full of poison,

then one drop of golden sun
will melt you down into the worst witch.

Your eloquence is nothing more than hearsay.
Your intelligence leaves much to be desired.
Oh, you leave me restless,
you leave me starblind.

It's elementary, my dear Watson, free me
or the Baskervilles will hunt you down tonight.
You're not the world's most handsome man, believe me,
a thousand others like you standing by.

Oh, you leave me restless,
you leave me starblind.