Pour Le Monde - Crowded House

He imagines the world

As the angels sending

Not the ghost of a man

Who is tied up to the chair

And he wants to believe

That his life has a meaning

With his hand on his heart

Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre

And I wake up blind

Like my dreams were too bright

And I lost my regard

For the good things that I had

And the radio was sad

When you listen for good

To find that nothing out there can touch you

‘Cause the liars moved in

And they believe their own

Dark medicine

You act so nonchalant

That he is not a dog

Perform for you in the stadium

For the world, not for the war

And he tries to believe

Though it might lead to heartache

In the night?

indigo

Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre

Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre

When you listen for good

In the hope that comes to nothing

As the liars moved in

And they believe their own

Dark medicine

Believing it’s good

Behind their jaded eyes

A dilemma

He’s the best

You’ve ever had

He’s so low

You never know

He’s the best

You’ve ever had

He’s the best

You’ve ever had

He’s so low

You’ll never know

Here we go