Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio,
Still I can't escape the ghost of you.
What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognise?
Gone away…
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.
Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say：
“Pride will tear us both apart.”
Well now pride's gone out the window, cross the rooftops, run away,
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.
What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away…
Chorus
Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed.
Fear today, forgot tomorrow…
Ooh Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk
And I don't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.
Everyone Is my world
Anyone Is my world
Anyone Is my world