Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross - A Week In Politics (Is A Long Time) lyrics

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(Undiscovered Kingdom)

In a windy street in a bitter morning

a seagull flies into a fire of blazing sun

in the minutes after midnight

when humans let go

only cat and litter move without fear

Undiscovered Kingdom

Underneath an awful stern

above dark dock water

and anchor hangs wounded from a ragged body

in a seething pub at midday

a boy has lost his way

from a hundred empty faces

a hundred gazes glare

Undiscovered Kingdom

Sometimes I touch

sometimes I see

sometimes I feel

sometimes I really know

Undicovered kingdom

In an angry alley

the paints been left to run

from a daubed swastika on an abandoned VW

a cathedral door is opened

a woman wipes away a tear

sunlight streams in

as a priest puts out a brief candle

Undiscovered Kingdom