When tomorrow comes yesterday You need a sixth sense When the ground don't swallow you up There's such a silence
CHORUS Doesn't need anybody to mess you up Doesn't need anybody to kiss you It doesn't mean That they don't really miss you They do, don't you, it's true When you're feeling Blue on a black weekend Come and see me when you need a friend Blue on a black weekend
You're not heavy. It's only gravity That's pulling Burn your telly 'cos it's to blame For all your brooding.