Where do I see the light?
It's all gone dead in a way
Cause more or less get on by
My made up thing on the dayOh 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
Cause 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
But it's all gone right on you |
