Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anything, artist - Sixpence None The Richer. Date of issue: 19.01.1998
Song language: English
Anything |
| This is my forty-fifth depressing tune |
| They’re looking for money as they clean my artistic womb |
| And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight |
| Cause the black in our pocket won’t let us fight |
| A proper fight |
| So hey baby |
| Can you shed some light on the problem maybe |
| Cause we’re all tired and we’d like to know |
| If we should pack our tents, shut down the show |
| Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign |
| But anything would be fine |
| We’re all told to dance but we never picked the tune |
| Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons |
| But we’re sealing our lips for the someday when the needle |
| And the vinyl play all the songs of the pain |
| Songs that explain |
| All our circles and strains |
| So hey baby |
| Can you shed some light on the problem maybe |
| Cause we’re all crying and we’d like to know |
| If we should pack our tents, shut down the show |
| Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign |
| But anything would be fine |
| We’re all dying and we’d like to know |
| If we should pack our tents, shut down the show |
| Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign |
| And we should like to see you pack your tents, shut down your show |
| And we should like to see a burning bush-type sign |
| But anything would be fine |
| Oh, anything would be fine |