Norm Archer - The Seatbelt Won't Release

Play it backwards now
It's the morning of your dreams
Counting down the days
Till you believe it really seems

Like anything that you want it to be
Guitars or magazines
A minibar inside a limousine
Don't breathe
Or you'll be found out at sea
Honourably
Underwater and our seatbelt won't release

Down with the sickness now
In the wake of magic beans
Move the posts along
Till the screen can hardly see

The angle of the drive was never wide
The tea on the touchline
Geared towards a better life of crime
As we fight
Over handouts of reprieve
Amicably
In the sin bin of our ageing charity

Play it backwards now
It's the morning of your dreams
Counting down the days
Till you believe it really seems

Like anything that you want it to be
Guitars or magazines
A minibar inside a limousine
Don't breathe
Or you'll be found out at sea
Honourably
Underwater and our seatbelt won't release

Written by:
William Pearce

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