Guilded Halls - Richard Ashcroft

You live in guilded halls

Behind country walls

And you’re feeling sick again

Tell me why love must die

And why the soft refrain

We’ve all got a hit list

A little wish list of our own

Takes a strong man to learn to let it go

Turn every corner

We’re like a lamb to the slaughter

I wish I knew a way to let it go

I love your grace

I love your style

We’re going out again

Those guilded halls

Behind country walls

And you’re feeling sick again

We’ve all got a hit list

A little wish list of our own

Takes a strong man to learn to let it go

Turn every corner

We’re like a lamb to the slaughter

I wish I knew a way to let it go

We’ve all got a hit list

A little wish list of our own

Takes a strong man to learn to let it go

Turn every corner

We’re like a lamb to the slaughter

I wish I knew a way to let it go

Guilded halls

Country walls

And you’re feeling sick again

We’ve all got a hit list

A little wish list of our own

Takes a strong man to learn to let it go

Turn every corner

Just like a lamb to their slaughter

Wish I knew a way to let it go

I wish I knew a way to let it go

I wish I found a way to learn to let it go

Ah ah

I wish I found a way to learn to let it go

Ooh ooh

I wish I found a way to learn to let it go

Ooh ooh

To let it go