Hazel O`Connor 



Well, I saw your face in a photograph 

I cried so much, I nearly laughed 

You never really had the chance 

To question why did you live some to cry some and die? 



Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 

Writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 



Oh, I'd have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied 

Was it truth? Was it lies? 

Many words of truth are spoken in jest 

Who would have guessed that, or trust that? What a mess! 



Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 

Writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 



Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 

Writes the song, calls the tune 

Says what's right and wrong 



Who, how

Who, how

Who writes the song?

Who writes the song?

Who writes the song?