Wedding Day - Paul Young

Wedding Day (Album Version) - Paul Young (保罗·杨)
Like a silent explosion ripping into the heart
And the hurt and the anguish do tear you apart
With a swiftness of hand
That I cannot condone
And discardance of life
That is not of your own
Then a small piece of hear
Say becomes a big deal
Oh But that is not the issue
The issue is real
When a turn of the page
Can turn love into hate
Don't forget that's the power of the fourth estate
I'm saying
Woe is me the press gang came
And forced my love away
Just when we named next morning fair
To be our wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
A tall string of words
Keep me tied to the chair
Where before I was blistfully unaware
And my skin becomes thicker
So I never get hurt
But I'm a man without feeling
And I wish that I weren't
Woe is me the press gang came
And forced my love away
Just when we named next morning fair
To be our wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Though you're long dead
And gone there is still no escape
So Just forget it
Just forget it
You'll never cut all that tape
And once you're a victim
Love can turn to hate
Don't forget that's the power of the fourth estate
Everybody saying
Woe is me the press gang came
And forced my love away
Just when we named next morning fair
To be our wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Woe is me the press gang came
And forced my love away
Just when we named next morning fair
To be our wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day
Wedding day