A say's he's glad to be here, b's chasing storms in the lightning state,
Where everyday above ground is a good day, and life is great.
A's got a cocaine body, b's got a benylin brain,
A knows he's gonna be some body, b don't believe in fame.
And all our time slips away
A's got a girl for each season, b's got a mail order bride,
A knows he's headed for salvation, b's afraid to die.
If hell is in the detail, babe, I'm a microscope,
I know I'll live to see you swinging, given enough rope.
And all our time slips away
A's growing tired of conversation, he's ready for his final scene,
B's whistling hotel california, and still living out the dream.
Here we are together, let's roll the dice just one more time,
Odd number says we walk away now, even says we die ...don't wanna die.
And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
Producer : chris hughes.
Tom mcrae : vocals, acoustic guitars, percussion, harmonica. chris hughes:
Drums, percussion.
Mark frith : electric guitar, hammond, bass. tony marrison: programming.
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Language of fools
I cannot use this language of fools to communicate with you.
The things that you say to mark the time of the day are calculated to bemuse.
And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah
Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time.
And lie here while I close my eyes, hold me through this night.
One good day will lead the way for another, my love.
Living here things are never so clear you discover my love,
And hey yeah ...hey hey yeah.
Won't you hide me, won't you hold my life, let me have this time.
And lie here while I close my eyes, hold me through this night.
Hide me, won't you hold my weight, hold me through this night.
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