they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close out eyes; outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past
Превод: Jethro Tull. Живея в миналото.
: Words get written. Words get twisted. Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change the features
: (Instrumental)
: Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. Orange order on a field of green. Smothers me to smithereens.
: In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking
cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in sweet dreams you softly sigh. You hear my voice is calling to be mine again, live
: Wond'ring aloud how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating
: Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way. When
: Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold
: On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the
: As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose - so I turned her loose she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me was it really
: It's a wide world out there So much wider than imagined I can't quite put my finger on the pulse Of your heart softly beating Just beneath the
: In the morning - gonna get my things together. Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face
: When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you