The pretty creatures in the streets The pretty creatures that I'd like To eat up for breakfast That's all in the past
I may never have a daughter Cos I've far too much to tell her And far too much to answer to
I want to move into the future Move in to the future Move into the future with you And the politics of love And who I used to dream of That was just nostalgia
I want to move into the future Move in to the future Move into the future with you And the politics of love And who I used to dream of That was just nostalgia