Why Live at Live 8, Hyde Park, London, 2nd July 2005

Ooh. How many times do I have to try to Tell you That I'm sorry for the things I've Done? Ooh. And when I start to try to tell you, That's when you have to tell me, Hey, this kind of trouble's only just Begun. Yeah. I tell myself too many Times, "Why don't you ever learn to keep your Big mouth shut?" Ooh yeah. That's why it hurts so bad to Hear the words that keep on falling from your Mouth. Ooh yeah, falling from your Mouth. Falling from your mouth. Tell me Why. Tell me Why. I may be mad, I may be blind, I May be viciously unkind, But I can still read what you're thinking. Ooh. And I've heard it said too many times that You'll be better off. Besides, why can't you see this boat is Sinking? This boat is sinking. This boat is sinking, yeah. Let's go down to the water's edge, And we can cast away those doubts. Oh yeah. Some things are better left unsaid, But they still turn me inside out. Oh yes, turning inside Out. Turning inside out. Tell me. Oh, tell me now. Oh. Yeah, yeah, Yeah. Oh. This is the book I never read. These are the words I never said. This is the path I'll never tread. These are the dreams I'll dream instead. This is the joy that's seldom spread. These are the tears, the tears we shed. This is the fear, this is the dread, And these are the contents of my head. And these are the years that we have spent, And this is what they represent, and this is What I feel. Do you know what I Feel? Do you know what I feel? Ooh.