Million Faces - Paolo Nutini

Oh the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night

And the first thing I hear in the morning.

And as I start to let it burn my head, you slowly creep into bed

And i'm done talking

You say you know how i'm feeling,

I just need to try to settle down

Oh a million faces pass my way

Oh they're all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around

Oh who knows just what the future holds

All I want to know is if it's with you

Tired as hell and falling up the stairs, filled with a thousand cares as you walk out from the bedroom

Though it feels like all my fire has gone, you just turn me on

Can't believe how much I want you

You say you know how i'm feeling, I just need to try to settle down

Oh a million faces pass my way

Oh they're all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around

Oh who knows just what the future holds

All I want to know is if it's with you

We're distracted by the hard times, and the troubles that we make

Let us throw them in the ocean, let it wash our cares away

Oh the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night

And the first thing in the morning

Oh a million faces pass my way

Oh they're all the same, nothing seem to change anytime I look around

Oh who knows just what the future holds

All I want to know is if it's with you

We're distracted by the hard times, and the troubles that we make

Let us throw them in the ocean, let it wash our cares away

Oh the phone you know it never stops, it's the last thing I hear at night

And the first thing in the morning

Let it wash our cares away, let it wash our cares away...

[Thanks to Beth (welshdragonz@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]

I attached here an album review from by Steve Jelbert from Times Online.......

The Scottish teenager Paolo Nutini is old before his years, as dull and predictable as any veteran singer-songwriter. Presumably his record company believes it has unearthed the next James Blunt, but Nutini is more like the new Jimmy Nail. His vocal technique involves a tepid growl inexplicably interrupted when he yells the odd syllable at random — it sounds like someone singing a ransom note. Weak, drably arranged songs such as the awful New Shoes, the banal Rewind and the interminable Autumn don’t help his case. Still, the public currently has an insatiable appetite for such humdrum fluff so failure will probably not be countenanced. Personally, though, I found listening to this atrocious record physically painful.
STEVE JELBERT

I can't deny that his recording company may think he's the next James Blunt but I enjoy his music. And putting the review above is to show that I'm an open-minded person, who can tolerate others' opinion and embrace diversity hahhahaha......................