got a name for the winners in the world I, I want a name when I lose They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide" (Aah) Call me Deacon Blues (Deacon Blues)
You don't have to be grateful For all the world's ills There's plenty of people Never seen the white cliffs of Dover So come on, come on Come on, come
All over the world The wild wild wind Rips through the mighty words We kept ourselves warm with And all over this love Has never been stronger All Jericho
Down on the flag stones Accordions, sweet trumpets rise Rusty memories of sin and doubting Mingle in around the Queen Street, traffic noise Would that
There is something almost right There is something that really talks to me There is something wrong but almost good There is something that nearly terrifies
Always another time Getting lost in a different dream Star crossed and never scared to name it He once was a roving man Now he wears his wedding band
Where would I be,Would I be standing right here We've had such a cruel death would we be as good as to remember a life Would you never live the way that
I'm getting into space man everything is going up and no one is going down where I'm going And I'm getting better at knowing what's outside looking
alone but a house Without love is not a home plays on the radio She says why can't he be you I hear You've gone from Brown to blue Since the holiday
Every day they write the headlines Talking diamonds talking steel Don't talk things that, folk don't know Talk about money and stuff thats real Back
There was a night As purple as this With a love so close We longed to be missed Summer `89 And everything stood Sure and free and there To be finished
A cautious smile under the western sky Would curl upwards like the wild sea A special friend knowing all the ways of love Would talk his way back inside
That hurricane day Will soon pass away And someone will sweep All the jetsam back into the bay And you'll come down Like you always did And knock on
ll go home...Soon..We'll go home We'll go home...Soon..We'll go home We'll go home...Soon..We'll go home Blue Horse.....Blue Horse.....Blue Horse.....Blue
I hear the music coming out of the radio Are you there with another girl Instead of me I hear your laughter and theres something I've got to know Are
There's no direction and no way through There is no reason to pay back what is through You never owned intentions, never knowed no way back Never knowed
They painted us up and shouted us down they wanted us to be just a face in the crowd and all the time they never saw the people we are in a world of fast
Stay with me now I feel like you're slipping away there's a song in the air that no-one is singing today there are places to go but somehow I feel we
