Where In The World Did You Go?
Without A Clue, Without A Word
What On Earth Did I Do Wrong?
You Won't Believe How Much I Hurt
I Can't Believe The Mess We're In
My Sense Of Humour Wearing Thin
Gets Away With Murder Every Day
Can't You Hear Me?
An Aftertaste Of Bitterness
Hits Me In The Face, Someone Else's Lips
Here I Lie Awake, Alone
Just Wishing You'd Come Home
You Leave Me Desolate And Sore
And So You Put Us Both To Shame
Don't Come Near Me
I Can't Believe The Mess We're In
My Sense Of Humour Wearing Thin
No-One's Getting Younger Anyway
Can't You Hear Me?
I Can't Believe The Mess That We're In
My Sense Of Humour Wearing Thin
Gets Away With Murder Every Other Day
Can't You Hear Me?