[Intro]
When they'll see, t' happy thing [Windows see, to happy thing?]
All my thoughts, they came to nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Poor old Van Gogh
The man with the famous ear
Cut one off in a fit of madness
Left one on so he could hear
It's alright to be just alright
And it's ok to feel just fine
'Cus love'll cure most everything,--
But it don't work all the time
We threw our flowers into the fire
They set sail for the sun
And the sound of the wings
And the dark birds flyin
And filled the sky, the stars shone
And your friends are never far away
And then the strings bеgan to play
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Up the concrete stеps trambled the rush hour masses
Like water flowing backwards
While people pour into carriages and trains
Bound for Egemoor, Wimplow, West Ham [?]
Eyes on the ground
Noses in the air
No one gives a fuck
But I'm still here
Somehow
So we lay down in the graveyard beneath the sycamore tree
The branches stretch to heaven like bones set free
Same young lads just smoking fags and drinking in the park
No I know I was alone walking side ways in the dark
No its a long way that I came
To find out everyone was the same
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Instrumental]
When they'll see, t' happy thing [Windows see, to happy thing?]
All my thoughts, they came to nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Poor old Van Gogh
The man with the famous ear
Cut one off in a fit of madness
Left one on so he could hear
It's alright to be just alright
And it's ok to feel just fine
'Cus love'll cure most everything,--
But it don't work all the time
We threw our flowers into the fire
They set sail for the sun
And the sound of the wings
And the dark birds flyin
And filled the sky, the stars shone
And your friends are never far away
And then the strings bеgan to play
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Up the concrete stеps trambled the rush hour masses
Like water flowing backwards
While people pour into carriages and trains
Bound for Egemoor, Wimplow, West Ham [?]
Eyes on the ground
Noses in the air
No one gives a fuck
But I'm still here
Somehow
So we lay down in the graveyard beneath the sycamore tree
The branches stretch to heaven like bones set free
Same young lads just smoking fags and drinking in the park
No I know I was alone walking side ways in the dark
No its a long way that I came
To find out everyone was the same
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Instrumental]
( Seamus Fogarty )
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