Vista previa
Where do I see the light
It´s all gone dead in a way
Cos more or less and get on by
My made up thing on the day
Oh Lord can a stone
Be ballest for an aching soul
Just learning how to know your mind
No hiding out on the way back
To get out before I´m feeling
You just blow them all away
It´s eighties life
But it all looks good on you
Suddenly police run out
And hope is found in a sound
Cos I don´t want to live a war
That´s got no end in our time
Call it living in this country
Calling it missing dawn patrol
It´s eighties life
And it´s all gone right on you