Lyrics Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Emily

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You've been replaced by charity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You've been replaced by charity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