It?s funny how time seems to soften the blow And only with time do I see at all That the promises made were the start of the fall The biggest mistake
Feel is a word I can?t explain At least not in words that are plain Make it easy to express But I?ll try to do my best To hit you where it counts I just
Hold on is what they say To get any back to you will have to pay Don?t shout or get upset It?s the same message from the holy tory government Don?t rock
Who takes the heart from a stag Who gets a hard-on with blood on their hands Who strips the wonder of life When they don?t have the right But they say
If I could I?d give you the world Wrap it all around you I won?t be satisfied with just a piece of your heart Angel, you?re my angel Dreams are dreams
I play out my role Why I've even been out walking They tell me that it helps But I know when I'm beaten All those lonely films And all those lonely
Who will buy this wonderful morning Such a sky you never did see Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a box for me So I could see it at my
When I find you waiting hours; oh, You're there to save my life for our obvious goal We've got a headstart for happiness For our part, guess we must
The teardrops in my eyes are now just words upon some paper Imitating poetry that comes to my time later Oh, francoise Could it be the time changing
Empty hours Spent combing the street In daytime showers They've become my beat; As I walk from cafe to bar I wish I knew where you are; Because
It's no good praying to the powers that be 'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree No good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for
Oh I think it?s too late baby Oh I think it?s too late again Trying to look back over my shoulder I could see my past oh so clear And I remember how,
The wind blows whispers down the street, Having free reign with the town so bleak - Like everything else it's - all gone away. The Town Hall clock
Good morning day, how do you do I wonder - what will you do for me? I should be on my way, I should be earning pay, I should be all the things that
For liberty there is a cost - its broken skulls and leather cosh, From the boys in uniform - now you know whose side their on - With backing - with
May I walk you home tonight On this fine and lovely night tonight - We'll walk past the luscious houses, Through rolling lawns and lovely flowers -
As the rain comes down, upon this sad sweet earth I lie awake at nights and - think about me All those usual things like what a fool I've been I curse
