Can't Be Sure

Can't Be Sure - The Sundays

Written by：David Gavurin/Harriet Wheeler

Give me a story and get me a bed

Give me possessions

Oh love luck and money they go to my head

Like wildfire

It's good to have something to live for you'll find

Live for tomorrow

Live for a job and a perfect behind

High time

Ah

England my country the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But england's as happy as england can be

Why cry

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

The worst that I could find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

But I rely on mine

Ah

Ah england my country the home of the free

Such miserable weather

But england's as happy as england can be

Why cry

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

The worst that I could find

And did you know desire's a terrible thing

But I rely on mine

Did you know desires a terrible thing

It makes the world go blind

But if desire desires a terrible thing

You know that I really don't mind

And it's my life

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure what I want any more

It will come to me later

Well it's my life

And it's my life

And though I can't be sure if I want any more

It will come to me later ah

Ya ah