New Model Army

New Model Army - Eleven Years

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Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us

Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club

And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for

Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.

We walked the streets of our town just talking

And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks

Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything

Something comes to kick you up inside

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home

A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone

Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness

Trying not to look down

No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes

Twisted up and turning in my bed alone

And separation pains like a blunted amputation

Pushing endless coins in the telephone

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home

A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone

Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness

Trying not to look down

So rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you

And tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .

Forever running even when we are standing still

Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow

And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"

Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road

Eleven sweet years and no nearer home

A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone

Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness

Trying not to look down

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