It's got nothing to do with anything that is "real"
- you just believe in it and it's true
You can soothe like a angel or sigh like a saint
You can dream it and see it through
You will live to see a sea of lights
Sparkling on the face of a pearl
Climb your own peak, find the new streak
Get yourself along to the world party
You've been building for yourself a cool place in the sand
And you're thinking that's it's mighty fine
But you've dust in your eyeballs, mud in your mouth
But it's your head - it ain't mine
I've got a madman of my own to contend with
Cursing in the cave of my skull
Turn the other cheek, find the new streak
Get yourself along to the world party
I heard a rumour of a Golden Age somewhere back along the line
Maybe I dreamed it in a whisper or wrote it in a spell
It was something to do with a sign of the times
And the only thing that I remember
Is a summer like a pretty girl
Who shimmers and shines, moving in time
Grooving to the beat of the Heart of the World
London August 1985
On "Fisherman's Blues"
Writer(s): Karl Edmond De Vere Wallinger, Michael Scott, Trevor Samuel Hutchinson
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