- cifra
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 ballast 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 roll out
Now the 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
