Keane - Is It Any Wonder?
I.. I always thought that I knew
I d always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true
It s so long that now I think I was wrong
and you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...
My side,
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Sometimes it s hard to know where I stand,
It s hard to know where I am,
Well maybe it s a puzzle I don t understand.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I m
stranded in the wrong time
where love is just a lyric in a children s rhyme.
a soundbite
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires,
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try,
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Keane - Is It Any Wonder?
I.. I always thought that I knew
I d always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true
It s so long that now I think I was wrong
and you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...
My side,
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Sometimes it s hard to know where I stand,
It s hard to know where I am,
Well maybe it s a puzzle I don t understand.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I m
stranded in the wrong time
where love is just a lyric in a children s rhyme.
a soundbite
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires,
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try,
Is it any wonder I m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don t know what s right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery you made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?