Текст Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – Stupid Tears

Stupid, stupid tears
Playing on our inner fears
Held inside your soul for years
Fall quietly to the floor

Stupid, stupid pain
Coming back to haunt again
Even knows you by your Christian name
It befriended you before

Stupid, stupid hurt
Runs in every dress and every skirt
Either confident or piece of dirt
Which way the thread may fall

Foolish, foolish heart
Didn’t realise the time apart
Would lead us right back to the very start
My love for you across some hall

These long and foolish halls
The ones we met in, the ones we trawl
Look for summer in a winter ball
Within these stupid, stupid stupid walls

Stupid, stupid dreams
Never understood quite what they mean
Now your tears form a running stream
And you watch them flow away

These long and foolish halls
The ones we met in, the ones we trawl
Look for summer in a winter ball
Within these stupid, stupid stupid walls