“Regret” is New Order’s last top 5 hit in the UK and highest-charting song in the US. Former band member Peter Hook calls it “the last good New Order song.” In 2010, Pitchfork ranked it as the #34 best song of the 90s. The guitar used in it was Johnny Marr’s ‘59 Les Paul.
[Verse 1]
Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known, it's nothing I regret
Save it for another day, it's the school exam
The kids have run away
[Chorus 1]
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day, that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset, you see, almost all the time
You used to be a stranger, now you are mine
[Verse 2]
I wouldn't even trust you, I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits, and we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand, that I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you
[Chorus 2]
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day, that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse burning all the time
You were a complete stranger, now you are mine
[Chorus 3]
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day, that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
[Outro]
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart
Regret was written by Stephen Hague & Gillian Gilbert & Stephen Morris & Peter Hook & Bernard Sumner.
Regret was produced by Stephen Hague & New Order.
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