Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harriet Wheeler
Vocals
David Gavurin
Guitar
Paul Brindley
Bass
Patrick Hannan
Drums
Lindsay Jamieson
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harriet Wheeler
Songwriter
David Gavurin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Sundays
Producer
Ray Shulman
Producer
Gail Lambourne
Engineer
Alan Moulder
Engineer
Lyrics
Where's the harm in voicing a doubt?
You'll find me in the lavatory
And where's the harm in talking out loud
When I'm on my own?
What's so wrong with reading my stars
When I'll be in the lavatory?
And what is so wrong with counting the cars
When I'm all alone?
You're not the only one that I know
And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
You're not the only one that I know
And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
So, I say I'm in love with the world
And what is so wrong with voicing a doubt
When I'm on my own?
It's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair
From Monday 'til Saturday
And what is so wrong with talking out loud
When I'm all alone?
You're not the only one that I know
And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
You're, you're not the only one that I know
But I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
So they rode out west to the seaside
And they gladly decided to stay
After two hours wandering outside
Ooh, the sea air drove them away, yeah
You're not the only one that I know
And I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
You're not the only one that I know
And I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
You're not the only one
But I'm far too proud, you're so
You're young
But I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
But if you do, don't you know
That I don't mind, no, no, no
Writer(s): David Richard Gavurin, Harriet Ella Wheeler
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