Hey, I’ll tell you straight, I’ll tell you straight away just where you should go Clocks, they never seem to stop, bring stones and rocks while taking stock of ordained folk Seasons in the city It’s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait (whoa oooo)
Dad, I left my wheels and cranks behind only to find the chances went begging He said, “Rico, those spires and steeples are for postcards, not people.” Seasons in the city It’s such a pity it all went wrong, so long to wait (whoa oooo)
We never thought it could happen against those northern hordes of blue When we finally sent them packing, me and the boys knew just what to do You win. You broke me again but I saw it coming promotions ago You win. You broke me again but I saw it coming promotions ago
I’m bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don’t equal wholes I'm bits and pieces, and bits and pieces don't equal the whole