Emily — Manic Street Preachers

Emily, Emily your gift to me Emily, a modern sense of beauty Emily, as precious as your memory: A simple word called liberty

The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads

Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity

It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction

The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads The relics, the ghosts, all down so many roads

Emily, so pity poor Emily You've been replaced by charity

It's what you forget, what you forget that kills you It's what you remember, what you remember that makes you We used to have answers, now we have only questions But now have no direction