Angel, Angel Don't take your life tonight I know they take And that they take in turn And they give you nothing real For yourself in return But when
Were you and he Lovers ? And would you say so if you were ? On a forecourt On a Friday Passing my way Oh... Were you and he Lovers ? And if you were
news to him gently "Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them" Bengali, Bengali It's the touchy march of time that binds you Don't blame me Don't hate
those awful times I want to see all my friends tonight Yes, you found love, but you weren't At peace with your life Home late, full of hate Despise
I don't mind I don't mind if you forget me Having learned my lesson I never left an impression on anyone So now you send me your hardened 'regards
Winter coming Winter push on (push on) Oh, winter push on Winter is so long Winter moves on The last night on Maudlin Street Goodbye house, goodbye
An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were very polite to you Oh, but I remembered
The kind people Have a wonderful dream Margaret On The Guillotine Cause people like you Make me feel so tired When will you die ? When will you
Further into the fog I fall Well, I was just Following you! When you said : "Do as I do and scrap your fey ways" (Dial-A-Cliche) "Grow up, be
Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing Happy being no-one but themselves Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes Who think it's very clever to be cruel
Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come
Why do you come here ? And why do you hang around ? I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Why do you come here When you know it makes things hard for me ? When
Here is London, giddy of London Is it home of the free - Or what ? Can you squeeze me Into an empty page of your diary And psychologically save
: Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon -
: An afternoon nostalgia Television show You spoke in silhouette (but they couldn't name you) Though the panel were very polite to you Oh, but I remembered
: Were you and he Lovers ? And would you say so if you were ? On a forecourt On a Friday Passing my way Oh... Were you and he Lovers ? And if you were
to him gently "Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them" Bengali, Bengali It's the touchy march of time that binds you Don't blame me Don't hate
: Winter coming Winter push on (push on) Oh, winter push on Winter is so long Winter moves on The last night on Maudlin Street Goodbye house, goodbye
