There's no use trying to relate to that other soul No use trying to debate that they've got it wrong There's no use crying for love when you're on your own No use crying inside if nobody's home There's no use flying to the moon if they won't believe So what do I go wrong with me? I was blinded by a memory like it's someone else, like it wasn't me And there's every chance I'll get that effect And the day will come and then Well, I go wrong when I say I won't And all I try, I try to say is no, I'm lost And in the air of today is tomorrow's dust There's no use trying to relate to that other soul No use fighting it down if they're best told I was blinded by a memory like it's someone else, like it wasn't me And there's every chance I'll get that effect And the day will come and then it will pass Sympathy for the fallen, fragile and insolent And I say again I won't And I say that I won't cry And all I try, I try to say is no, I'm lost And in the air of today is tomorrow's dust Sympathy for the Fallen Sympathy for the Fallen And I say again I won't And I say that I won't cry And all I try, I try to say is no, I'm lost And in the air of today is tomorrow's dust