(Banks/Kershaw)
(Face B de Wall Of Sounds)
They say every action
Has an opposite and an equal one
For each little action
It’s like you’re looking back at a loaded gun
So don’t fire the first shot
Before you think it through
When you can hear above the push and shove
Then it’ll all come back to you
Yes it all comes back to you
You don’t remember
What you did to get where you are right now
You don’t recall it
But you must’ve done something wrong somehow
You can’t be an island
In anything that you do
You can put it out – a scream and shout
But it’ll all come back to you
Yes it’ll all come back to you
Your reflection
Looks into your face
Putting you back in your place
As you ride for the fall
He will always be calling your name
Cause when it’s all said and done
He and you are both one and the same
One word in anger
And another comes back to break your day
One voice of reason
And everybody will hear the things you say
One punch in frustration
Could be leaving you black and blue
But if you give your heart
Wake up, get smart
Then it’ll all come back to you
Yes it’ll all come back to you
Your reflection
Looks into your face
Putting you back in your place
As you ride for the fall
He will always be calling your name
When it’s all said and done
He and you are both one and the same
So don’t fire the first shot
Before you think it through
When you can hear above the push and shove
Then it’ll all come back to you
Yes it’ll all come back to you
They say every action
Has an opposite and an equal one
For each little action
It’s like you’re looking back at a loaded gun
So don’t fire the first shot
Before you think it through
When you can hear above the push and shove
Then it all comes back to you
Yes it all comes back to you
They say every action
Has an opposite and an equal one
For each little action
It’s like you’re looking back at a loaded gun