If I Had a Pound for Every Stale Song Title I'd Be 30 Short of Getting out of This Mess - Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone

And you favour progression over honesty

Whilst you pick apart the misguided things that you thought about me

And if you took the time just to get a clue

Then you'll probably just realize that I'm the same as you

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone

And in the last twelve months

I've felt like a stopgap

And a punchbag and a doormat

But I'm better than that

And I don't want to feel

That the only thing that can make me real

Is the fact that I can sing and write

For the joy of someone else

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone

You can call them chronicles

You can call them songs

It's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone