Pulp - In Many Ways Lyrics
HeyYoure treading on my lifeYoure leaving marks, but thats alrightIn a year or so, Ill look back and Ill smileThese things last only for a whileIn many waysThis is a waste of timeWhat will become of it all?I make you cryKnow you in crowded streetsNot what I wanted at allThenWhat else could I doInstead of thinking about you?Pleasure now will justify our loveSee, I even call it loveIn many waysTheres nothing Id rather doOne kiss makes sense of it allAnd whats to come?Lets just not think about it, it might never happen at all.