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?