The Landing
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, what can a poor boy do
'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fi
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I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles
I'm coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while
I'm in the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here
I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I won't tell you to stay
But I'm coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
all of the loneliness that nobody
notices now
Oh, I'm begging slow
I'm coming here
Only waiting
I wanted to stay
I wanted to play,
I wanted to love you
I'm only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way
I'm coming waltzing back and
moving into your head
Please, I wouldn't pass you by
Oh, I wouldn't take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why won't you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
Why won't you run
into the rain and play
And let the tears splash all over you