In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had, at least with all my heart intact
In 1985Orwell was proved right, Torville and Dean's bolero, redundant as a sad welsh
B
In 1985, in 1985 So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
Superstition is all we have left Circle the wagons, we're under attack
We've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back
A
In1985the Civil War failed why kept hidden like scars of birth, nature unable to soften the words
In 1985, my words they came alive, friends were made for life, Morrissey and Marr gave me choice
In 1985, in 1985
So God is dead, like Nietzsche said Only 16 years of age, he said
See all the tears, for the walking dead
We've realised there's no going back, we've realised there's no going back
In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had
It was an April morning when they told us we should go As I turn to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again
Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss, the devil's in his hole
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path, That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.
Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow
Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again
Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...
Earth...
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light To chase the feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves the cloak of delight There moves a thread that has no end
For many hours and days that passes ever soon The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom Is this to end or just begin?
* All of my Love All of my Love All of my Love to You Dear
All of my Love All of my Love All of My Love to You Dear
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain For me the cloth once more to spin
Yours is the cloth, Mine is the hand that sews time His is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find He is the feather in the wind
All of My Love All of my Love All of My Love to You Dear
All of My Love All of My Love All of My Love to You Dear
