Mr. Somewhere (Remastered) - This Mortal Coil
Written by：P.M.Walsh
Day comes up sicker than a cat
Something's wrong that is that
Mr. somewhere missing somewhere
Never did figure just how much
A boat from the river takes you out
'Cross the other side of town
To get out to get out
You take the tide any tide any tide
Like there isn't gonna be any tide
A world like tomorrow wears things out
It's hard enough
To get what's yours for now
And the hardest
Words are spoken softly
Softly look no hands upon now now hard
Now the milkman beats you to the door
That was once a home home no more
Mr. somewhere missing somewhere
Couldn't get the calendar to stop
Missing somewhere
Never did figure just how much
Missing somewhere
Never will admit just how much
