Iīm trying to be misunderstood
But it doesnīt do me any good

Love the way they smiled at me
held their face for eternity

Now let them all fly off
When it comes down

It all comes down
And you will not be found

When itīs over
Itīs all over

Even if I make a sound
Iīll be misunderstood

By the beautiful and good
In this city

None of it was planned
Take me by the hand

Just donīt try and understand
Trying to be misunderstood

Just a part that took my childhood
And still I find myself outside

You can't say I haven't tried
Perhaps I tried too hard

No excuses
I wonīt apologise

Or justify the lies
Come and find me

Tell them to me
Look me in the eyes

Iīll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good

In this city
None of this was planned

Take me by the hand
Just donīt try and understand

Canīt forgive – sorry to say
You donīt know youīre guilty anyway

Isnīt it funny how we donīt speak
The language of love