Hazel O'Connor

Calls The Tune

Hazel O'Connor


Well, I saw your face in a photograph 
Cried so much, I nearly laughed 
You never really had the chance 
To question why did you live some to cry some and die? 
Whatandhow writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Oh, I'd have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied 
Was it truth? Was it lies? 
Many words of truth are spoken in jest 
Who would have guessed that, or trust that? What a mess! 
Whatandhow writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Whatandhow writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Whatandhow writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Whatandhow writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong 
Writes the song, calls the tune 
Says what's right and wrong, ooh ... [fade out]