Misunderstood
Trying to be misunderstood
But it doesnīt do me any good
Love the way they smiled at me
Held their face for eternity
Now let them all fly off
When it comes down
It all comes down
And you will not be found
When itīs over
Itīs all over
Even if I make a sound
Iīll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good
In this city
None of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just donīt try and understand
Trying to be misunderstood
Just a product of my childhood
And still I find myself outside
You canīt say I havenīt tried
Perhaps I tried too hard
No excuses
I wonīt apologise
Or justify your lies
Come and find me
Tell them to me
Look me in the eyes
Iīll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good
In this city
None of this was planned
Take me by the hand
Just donīt try and understand
Canīt forgive sorry to say
You donīt know youīre guilty anyway
Isnīt it funny how we donīt speak
The language of love
