And you will not be found,
When it’s over,
It’s all over,
Even if I make a sound

I’ll be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of it was planned,
Take me by the hand,
Just don’t try and understand

Trying to be misunderstood,
Just a product of my childhood,
Still I find myself outside,
You can’t say I haven’t tried,
Perhaps I tried to hard,
No excuses,
I Won’t apologise,
To justify your lies,
Come find me,
Tell them to me,
Look me in the eyes

I’ll be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of this was planned,
Take me by the hand,
just don’t try and understand

Can’t forgive sorry to say,
You don’t know you’re guilty anyway,
Isn’t it funny how we don’t speak the language of love?