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