This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave (for 'The Living Daylights')
Each morning after Sunblest Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic I waited by the staffroom in time for benediction
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave
To our voices nobody's listening We shiver in the rain by the touchline Then a coach ride to the station 'My lord, the carriage awaiteth!'
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how? How long?
I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again A litany of saints and other ordinary men Kneeling on the parquet Whatever has gone wrong? The fear and feeling hopelessness I don't want to belong
I dreamt I was back in uniform and a candidate for examination History, someone had blundered and a voice rapped 'knuckle under!'
Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how? And how? How long?