samuel

Aaahhhhh aaaahhhhaaa aaaah You're feelin oldIts 1 o clock on a friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from the wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success And i'm wondering why we bother at allAnd i think of you on cold winter mornings Darling they remind me of when we were at school Nothing really mattered when you called out my name In fact, nothing really mattered at allAnd i think about how long it will take them to blow us away But i won't get me down, I'm just thankful to be facing the dayCos days don't get you far when you're goneIt's five o clock on a Friday morning one hundred telephones shake and ring And one of them is from someone who knew you.......And i still think of you on cold winter mornings Darling they'll still remind me of when we were at school When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours were the hands of these eronious foolsAnd to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next Well let them take you next Cos you live and be thankful you're hereSee it could be you tomorrow next year