Thinking lots of a pretty face When we were yong, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways Happy just to be Iiving-oh yeah! Too many summers controlled our heads Too many memories - so many dead We fall behind but we also lead them Listened all the time to a Singular Band
Put our resources into one Appollo We only had to watch and follow Then swoop around like a possessed swallow Thinking only of winning – oh yeah! And all the Iime defending ourselves Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells Charging-up like battery cells Looking all the time for a Singular Band
You and me getting everywhere now on the land and in the air now Got no worries of getting there now (Consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!) And now we have lots of pretty clothes Many friends and many foes Looking wonderful but heaven knows Who will want us now we're turning into Singular band
Compositor: Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice (PRS)Editores: Rak Publishing Ltd (PRS), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #14581182 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM