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Wonderful Way To Go
New Model Army The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon, out on the steps beneath my hotel room. Was in the woods behind this little town we went flying up through the silhouette trees, then crashing down. Colours brighter than I've ever seen, More wired than I've ever been On through the gates again What a wonderful way to go. Tell me your story, tell me no lies; we touch each other Some kind of game, to play with desire; it's just beneath the skin that I'm alive. Colours brighter than I've ever seen And the faces turn to stone what a wonderful way to go Tonight the moon, she lays a silver path across the blackened sea, I'm swimming out against the tide, the waves are breaking over me; and deep beneath the waters in the darkness I can hear her as she calls for me to come. . . The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon; some day coming Onto his shoulder, to carry me home; flying up through the silhouette trees and we'll be gone Colours brighter than I've ever seen And all the faces turn to stone What a wonderful way to go - what a wonderful way to go . . . |
