Smiths - I Started Something I Couldn't Finish Lyrics
The lanes were silentThere was nothing, no one, nothing around for milesI doused our friendly ventureWith a hard-facedThree-word gestureI started somethingI forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meTypical meI started something...and now Im not too sureI grabbed you by the guilded beamsUh, thats what tradition meansAnd I doused another ventureWith a gestureThat was ... absolutely vileI started somethingI forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meTypical meI started something...and now Im not too sureI grabbed you by the guilded beamsUh, thats what tradition meansAnd now eighteen months hard labourSeems ... fair enoughI started somethingAnd I forced you to a zoneAnd you were clearlyNever meant to goHair brushed and partedTypical me, typical meTypical meI started somethingAnd now Im not too sureI started somethingI started somethingTypical me, typical meTypical me, typical meTypical me, typical meTypical meI started somethingAnd now Im not too sureOk stephen ? ...do that again ?