Fragile - Midge Ure

Written by：Midge Ure

You might as well have asked me not to breathe

A damaged soul I had no choice

I see you walk through fields of golden corn

I don't belong just fragile

With every step you raise your grand design

You build your temple to your king

Your shoes fill every step that brought me down

A weeping clown just fragile

And when respect turns into sympathy

And pure concern turns into fear

You choose to live your life in Babylon

I can't belong just fragile

And I thought it made me better

And I thought it would make me strong

And I thought in answered everything

But I knew that I was wrong

You choose to live your life in Babylon

I can't belong just fragile