Manic Street Preachers
No Surface All Feeling (Acoustic Demo, Nick’s House ’95)
Embarrassed, possessed, and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me, for you, we know they were lies
It makes me angry, ashamed, and really alive
It may have worked, but at what price?
Made a choice, made a life, made a laugh and a start
And all that happened was more and more junk
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
Maybe richer, wish I was wiser
Seemed the easy thing to start going too far
Beg me to stop, hate my face I know
Tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here, just the stains on my teeth
No, not blood, but liquid from you
I only wish that it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming