Les Jours Tristes-Yann Tiersen/The Divine Comedy

Les jours tristes (Instrumental) - Yann Tiersen It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands And bury your head in the sand Hard not to make other plans And claim that you've done all you can all along And life must go on It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right And bring home the bacon each night Hard not to break down and cry When every idea that you've tried has been wrong But you carry on It's hard but you know it's worth the fight 'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side When the accusations fly, hold tight Don't be afraid of what they'll say Who cares what cowards think, anyway They will understand one day, one day It's hard, hard when you're here all alone And everyone else has gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still carry on 'Cause you, you are the only one left And you've got to clean up this mess You know you'll up like the rest Bitter and twisted, unless You stay strong and you carry on It's hard but you know it's worth the fight 'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side When the accusations fly, hold tight Don't be afraid of what they'll say Who cares what cowards think, anyway They will understand one day, one day