Pulp - In Many Ways текст песни

Hey / you're treading on my life / You're leaving marks, but that's alright / In a year or
so, I'll look back and I'll smile / These things last only for a while / In many ways /
this is a waste of time / what will become of it all? / I make you cry / know you in
crowded streets / not what I wanted at all / Then / what else could I do / instead of
thinking about you? / Pleasure now will justify our love / See, I even call it
'love' / In many ways / there's nothing I'd rather do / one kiss makes sense of
it all / And what's to come? / Let's just not think about it, it might never happen at
all.