Songtext Hope then strife The Go-betweens

Hope then strife

I think Im getting it right this time;
I can tell by the way she grins.
She put the postcards up on the head of our bed,
I can see algiers.
She said dont the streets on sunday look great,
The way they open up their windows
And offer you things you know youll never buy.
Lord Im tired, Im just so tired.

Dont say that you agree
With the price you paid
For your captivity.
Sweet surrender and your
Poison pen are gonna take you
And make you whole again.
Never gonna be the one
Who said you were the one
Who liked the lonesome life.
All the times you stayed
And prayed and thought you
Had it made it was for
Hope then strife.

So I went and asked my friend the doctor
What is it Ive got this time?
He said apart from that albatross
Around your neck, the tests are
Negative, you really are quite fine.
So I went out to the airport
To play for my ticket
And someone comes up to me and says
Hey man, they don t pay for that any more
Lord Im tired, Im just so tired.

Dont say that you agree
With the price you paid
For your honesty.
Sweet surrender and your
Poison pen are gonna take you
And make you whole again.
Never gonna be the one
Who said you were the one
Who liked the lonesome life.
All the times vou stayed
And prayed and thought you
Had it made it was for
Hope then strife.
Lord Im tired, Im just so tired.
I should retire.
Dont say that you agree
With the price at the end
Of hostility.
Sweet surrender and your
Poison pen are gonna take you
And make you whole again.
Never gonna be the one
Who said you were the one
Who liked the lonesome life.
All the times you stayed
And prayed and thought you
Had it made it was for
Hope then strife.