Released: October 6, 1986
Songwriter: Pål Waaktaar-Savoy Magne Furuholmen
Producer: Alan Tarney
Was that somebody screaming...
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
Pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice
And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
Scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air
And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy
Pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice
And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
Scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air
And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
- Scoundrel Days (1986)
- Take On Me
- Take on Me (MTV Unplugged)
- Hunting High and Low
- The Sun Always Shines on T.V.
- Stay On These Roads
- Crying in the Rain
- The Living Daylights
- Manhattan Skyline
- Lifelines
- Train of Thought
- MANHATAN SKYLINE
- Cry Wolf
- We’re Looking For The Whales
- The Weight Of The Wind
- Maybe Maybe
- Soft Rains Of April
- Scoundrel Days
- How Sweet It Was
- Velvet (New York City mix)
- You Wanted More
- Did Anyone Approach You?
- Sycamore Leaves
- Dark Is The Night
- Thought That It Was You