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