You can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.nYou can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.nnAnd you favour progression over honesty,nWhilst you pick apart the misguided things that you thought about me.nAnd if you took the time just to get a clue,nThen you'll probably just realize that I'm the same as you.nnYou can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.nYou can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.nnAnd in the last 12 months,nI've felt like a stopgapnAnd a punchbag and a doormat,nBut I'm better than that.nnAnd I don't want to feel,nThat the only thing that can make me realnIs the fact that I can sing and writenFor the joy of someone else.nnYou can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.nYou can call them chronicles,nYou can call them songs,nIt's an aural rhetoric for the year that's gone.