Is There Nothing We Could Do? - Badly Drawn Boy

Rushing round in circles

To brighten all the corners

Busy making friends with all your enemies

You finger through your bible

Whilst looking through your window

The look you gave erased a thousand memories

Ooooh I am sorry, ooooh I am sorry

This page in your story won’t turn

Who am I to ask you why

You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there nothing we could do?

With advice I’d warn her

Don’t idolise your neighbour

Maybe something else is the enemy

But who put out the fire

What you asking me for

The simple things you need for a remedy

Ooooh I am sorry, ooooh I am sorry

This page in your story won’t turn

Who am I to ask you why

You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there something we could do?

If only you could know there is life through your window

Oh but even so I don’t know where would you go The time you waste would still turn into memories

Who am I to ask you why

You feel the way you do If you feel the way you do Is there nothing we could do?

Couldn’t you just ask me why

You feel the way you do There’s one thing I’d say to you

There must be something we could do Just go ahead and ask me the question