[ti:Pour Le Morde]
[ar:Crowded House]
[al:Time On Earth]

[00:14.68]he imagines the world
[00:20.96]as the angel ascending
[00:27.63]like the ghost of a man
[00:32.54]who is tied up to the chair
[00:40.40]and he tries to believe
[00:46.99]that his life has a meaning
[00:53.51]with his hand on his heart 
[00:58.37]pour le monde 
[00:59.52]paspour le guerre
[01:06.67]and i wake up blind
[01:13.09]like my dreams were to bright
[01:19.58]and i lost my reguard 
[01:24.32]for the good things that i had
[01:30.94]and the radio was sad
[01:37.70]when you listen for good
[01:43.17]in a hope that comes to nothing
[01:50.42]coz the liars moved in
[01:55.56]and they believe their own dark medicine
[02:04.11]they act so nonchalant
[02:10.61]but he is not a dog 
[02:17.06]perform for you in the stadium
[02:22.06]for the world not for the war 
[02:30.09]and he wont hesitate
[02:36.66]though it might lead to heartache
[02:43.19]in the nightclub indigo
[02:47.97]for the world not for the war
[02:54.43]pour le monde
[02:55.55]pas pour la guerre
[03:01.19]when you listen for good
[03:06.40]in a hope that comes to nothing
[03:13.87]coz the liars have moved in
[03:18.88]and they brew their own dark medicine
[03:26.64]believing its good
[03:31.82]behind their jaded eyes a dilemma
[03:39.44]hes the best that you ever had
[03:59.58][03:46.07]hes so low youll never know end