The Reply Is A Song Lyric

Ah, I can see me now
So cold and so alone
As the flowers slowly die
In my field of little bones

I see bones.
I see gizzards and bones,
And a few kidney stones
Among the lovely bones.

Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
from the North and the East,
Arthur’s Court; Death to feast -
the Last Battle, soon to be lost.

It’s the final countdown…

One is the lonliest numberr that you’ll ever do.

Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s hard earned pay

Three, it’s a magic number.

She’s a black magic woman

She’s just a devil woman, with evil on her mind

All women are bad

I’m b-b-b-b-b-bad.

I’m bad to the bone, bone, bone.
Let me see ya work it to the bone…

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I’m middle aged that don’t mean
Wanna sit around the house and watch TV

Is this the real life, or is this fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.

Someone left the cake out in the rain,
I don’t think that I can take it,
because it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again

If I’da known you were coming
I’da baked a cake

Someone left a cake out in the rain

I should’ve known you would stand me up
Why did I even go now?
And I guess it goes to show
The sun may melt the ice, but it runs right down the drain
You left me you left me you left me you left me
You left me standing in the rain

It’s raining again and I watch the cellophane streets,
no hang-ups for me, cos hang-ups need company