New Source. New Remaster.
Recorded at Abraham Moss Studio, Cheetham Hill, Manchester, Late 1991. Lyrics:
Try and press what you might be feeling,
Why suppress what you might be needing.
You missed the moon on Monday morning,
you were lying in your sin.
You missed the moon on Monday morning,
because you don't mean anything to anyone, anymore.
Why confess, well you wouldn't need to,
because on your desk, there's more to be seen to.
Father Time just keep on ticking,
until I get my sweet release.
Father Time just keep on winding,
until this cold snap has ceased,
and everyone can see the sun.
I've sailed on the water, slept with your daughter,
she told me what your rule book read.
I've been to the slaughter, slept with your daughter,
so won't you let me have my head,
and then I can see the sun.
You missed the moon on Monday morning,
you were lying in your sin.
You missed the moon on Monday morning,
because you don't mean anything to anyone, anymore.
Father Time just keep on ticking,
until I get my sweet release.
And down this road I'll keep on winding,
until this cold snap has ceased,
and everyone can see the sun.
Everyone can see the sun,
Everyone can see the sun,
Everyone can see the sun.
I've sailed on the water, slept with your daughter,
she told me what your rule book read.
I've been to the slaughter, slept with your daughter,
so won't you let me have my head,
and then I can see the sun.
/ therightearofnash
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