got back to
Belfast, checked
the street on my plan
I saw a band -aid covering the cancer,
I saw a mother carrying the can
I saw eleven lords a -leaping
over the house of lost time
I saw twelve cabinet ministers
rehearsing a mime
And a hun dred hungry
children rose up and cried
If
God and the government ignore us,
things start to unwind
I stopped
off in a bar where the in -crowd hangout
It was littered with
remembered embraces
There was a sign on the jukebox
said plain case of drought
And the
Mona
Lisa shook her
arms in the air and she died
The fragile intellectual
He looked at his girl and smiled, he sent his words to her like letters,
she got them before he arrived.
I gave them a card which said on one side,
things start to unwind.
All the calls were on your place,
the moon was deciding whether to rise.
Yeah, I said, you've got the wrong point
But I was thinking of always in the sight
With your snakeskin affairs
and your precious antiques
I knew I'd been there before
Well, a wolf was upstairs drinking
A sheep crawled past your door
An official smelling envelope
blew in with the rain
And it tangled up my mind
A silent scream, I love you
As things started to unwind
As sirens screamed I love you
Our memories plundered on the rocks
We were one step ahead of the police
They were lining up everything that talked
We had to stick together
To search for the ring
Well you carried a novel, a revolver
And an empty picture frame
There was a dry wind
blowing across the land
As you turned up your collar and sighed
As we drove into the night
Things were starting to un
wind
There were three generations of clowning
On a three -piece suite in the hall
And a three -piece suit on a hoarding
And a picture of a parrot on the wall
Well, like a hook line without a sinker,
bad men are lost for words
Well, like a hook line without a singer,
it all seems so absurd
He's the plague of the time,
when mad men lead the blind
Hope is undermined when things start
to unwind
There was unease in the air,
an d nothing on
TV
The unease, an explosive for tomorrow,
cash in your security
Like a memory unlocked from a
love letter you once sent to me
I let the light affix its beam
Take away this falling dream
In this green and pleasant land
Where the blind lead the blind
Drop me a letter, draw me a line
Strike that light, get on the road
Where things start to unwind
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Music
Mu sic
Music