Tytuł: Missionary

• Wykonawca: Spandau Ballet
• Wyświetleń: 209

The bells ring out above my room
   and announcement of our loss
   and in the act three men decide
   and indefinite epilogue.
   My letters have all gone
   a journey that's unsure
   a message that was rich
   a hand that was poor.
   Oh have me breath and let me go
   cause I don't want you to know
   cause I don't want you to know.
   Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
   My own description may have failed
   torn from pictures that were saved
   along with images from words
   that were saved and not erased
   the shelves arranged above my head
   a memory of my fears
   blankets hold the smell of life
   and soak the many years.
   Oh have me breath and let me go
   cause I don't want you to know
   cause I don't want you to know.
   Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
   Oh missionary are you here.
   Sun doesn't burn when the water comes
   but water doesn't come like the English rain
   they bury their heads for self defence
   a marked improvement through diligence
   we are alone against our sins
   alone against our sins
   alone against our sins.
   Vacant rooms that are full of men
   that sit on the stools awaiting time
   discussion leads to little sense
   they bury their heads for self defence
   we are alone against our sins
   alone against our sins
   alone against our sins.