Texty:
James Dean Bradfield

An officer and an English gentleman Are driving west to see who we are No cashmere coat, just flowers and a smiling face So this is our home, perhaps

I can see all the things that used to be there, So much I wish I was suspended in a different time. The radio waves are creeping along the corridor, At

I fall asleep to the national anthem To break the spell of a winter night For there is too much I could dream of So turn off the TV and the lights Because

You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams, where nothing is as it seems. There's still a long way to go. And the fading glorious

An officer and an english gentleman Driving west to see who we are A Kashmir coat Just frowns and a smiling face Well this is our home Perhaps we're the

Please don?t ever tell me I really don?t want to know How it could have been different If you would have had blue eyes CHORUS: To draw the perfect circle

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The clocks are broken And my hair is changing colour now And nothing ever changes on the Great Western But you'll have me believe There's no water in

I hear you've got some love to give away And maybe it never belonged to you So how come you know my name? So it's closing time again For the lost souls