From Despair to Where - Manic Street Preachers

Written by：Sean Moore/Richey Jame

Write this alone on my bed

I've poisoned every room in the house

The place is quiet and so alone

Pretend there's something worth waiting for

There's nothing nice in my head

The adult world took it all away

I wake up with same spit in my mouth

I cannot tell if it is real or not

I try and walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where

Outside open mouthed crowds

Pass each other as if they're drugged

Down pale corridors of routine

Where life falls unatoned

The weak kick like straw

Till the world means less and less

Words are never enough

Just cheap tarnished glitter

I try and walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where

A cripple walks in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where