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You’ve been replaced by charity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