Each morning after sunblest Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic I waited by the staffroom In time for benediction Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave
To our voices nobody's listening We shiver in the rain by the touchline Then a coach ride to the station My lord, the carriage awaiteth! Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how How long?
I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again A litany of saints and other ordinary men Kneeling on the parquet Whatever has gone wrong? The fear and feeling hopelessness I don't want to belong
I dreamt I was back in uniform And a candidate for examination History, someone had blundered And a voice rapped knuckle under! Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how And how How long?
(trebuet nash narod odnogo) [our people demand only...]
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