Simon Coverdale - Broken Song

The children of love
They gave it all up
Headed back to the farm
Gave up on punk man they gave up
On junk
Gave up on sweetness and charm
Me I went back to the place that I'm from
No-one was there all my old friends were gone
So I got wasted that whole week long
With a girl that I hardly knew
Those were the days when we all got our fill
Ripped it clean and bloody from the bone
There were nights we'd still hear the song
Of the life we tried to postpone

You and me honey well we don't know the words to the song
They say every god, has one favourite son
Christ knows well that ain't you or me
See you down the beach in old Galilee
Like a bullet from a gun
Sent prayers up to the sun
I was just a runner, you were free
There on the sand
With my heart in your hand
We would dance
To the night's
Broken song

Random Raquel she got this vision of hell
She's got this ten stage programme of love
She always knows
When the weather would snow
And the songs that you're dreaming of
She said to me boy if you want to go free
You got to find something of your own
Tie yourself to that big book of life
See what's under the stone
With her healing spells
And that big Chinese bell
She put me back
On my feet
Now me I smile
All the pretty while
For these people
That I seem to meet

You and me honey well we don't know the words to the song
They say every god, has one favourite son
Christ knows well that ain't you or me
See you down the beach in old Galilee
Like a bullet from a gun
Sent prayers up to the sun
I was just a runner, you were free
There on the sand
With my heart in your hand
We would dance
To the night's
Broken song

There on the sand
With my heart in your hand
We would dance
To the night's
Broken song

Written by:
Simon Coverdale

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