Better Days/ The Written Word
Caff: Caff 03
Recorded at "The Acid House", London
Both songs by Phil Wilson

Highest Independent Chart position: N/A
Weeks on chart: N/A

After all...

Time passed so slowly, and I was so lonely,
I woke up to find life going wrong,
My dreams and plans, slipped through my hands,
I can't find the place where I belong.

And it took so long,
to prove I was wrong,
It took so long,
To prove I was wrong, wrong after all...

A song of hope and rapture, I hoped to capture,
These days it's worth it just to try...

And it took so long,
to prove I was wrong,
It took so long,
To prove I was wrong, wrong after all...

And I have known some better days,
Better in so many ways,
After all...we're bound to fall

My dreams and plans, slipped through my hands,
I can't find the place where I belong,
A song of hope and rapture, I hoped to capture,
It seemed worth it just to try...

And it took so long,
to prove I was wrong,
It took so long,
To prove I was wrong, wrong after all...

You've got a way of saying things,
That always make things worse,
You take every little word,
And twist it till it hurts.

I've got a way of looking
at the world through starry eyes,
Better that and be proved wrong,
than hate and be proved right,
Oh, than hate and be proved right.

You've got a way of saying things,
That always make things worse,
You take every little word,
And twist it till it hurts,
Oh you twist it till it hurts

And you won't speak, when you can shout,
The written word, the party line,
denies the right to doubt.

You've got a way of saying things,
That tends to black and white,
but those that live with certainty,
must live without insight,
Oh must live without insight.

And you won't speak, when you can shout,
The written word, the party line,
denies the right to doubt.

So don't you come round, telling me what's right.
Don't you come around, telling me what's wrong.

You've got a way of saying things,
That always make things worse,
You take every little word,
And twist it till it hurts,
Oh you twist it till it hurts

And you won't speak, when you can shout,
The written word, the party line,
denies the right to doubt.
You won't speak, you won't speak,
when you can shout.
The written word, the party line,
denies the right to doubt.