in line Big big house in the country side Souvenir shops don't close till nine Postcards do when the sun don't shine Please be gone by closing time Picture a
case you heard it wrong A fear of contradiction cos your feeling can't belong To this given situation that no-one can take away A smile, a nervous glance
d been seeking For no other reason than to work out a theory That noise is just a sound on a different scale To what we expect, so I started to yell Out
feeding From the mass slowly reeling With physical mental sharpened feeling I could attack or defend Choose the time I spend Without counting the cost Without feeling a
these people understand From strangers at a party - Who's that over there? To those in a different country where the language makes you scared If you're in a
I've thought in terms of relaxation, giving things a rest Cos the constant realisation leaves presumptions in a mess But every turn in the situation seems to be a test A
one making clear of intent. Not that merely waiting would've guaranteed a different state in this latent situation, and no amount of patience can replace a
lives We swim but never further Than the constraints of our minds Let's get back to the beaches Wider than a postcard And run straight into the sea Longer than a
me death! To having any destiny control A new sense of fear with a love of the old Being able to gain from a shaking plane A proximity to death and maybe
get a job In the city you can't get a flat You can't get much of what he's got And he can't get much of that Give you a deal, was fair and square Four
There's a lot of people There's a lot of food There's a lot of money All being misused You feed the starving millions with donations of a quid (a pound
to even tell Each other that we'd like to talk it over Remove the cover, talk it over Find a corner, talk it over Remove the cover, talk it over Find a
green When the traffic lights broke down There was a whole lot of cars reaching out of town We were all too scared to move Until a man in a uniform told
