Trains to Brazil Songtext
von Guillemots

Aaahhh
Aahh, you feel low

It′s one o'clock on a Friday morning
I′m trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
And I'm wondering why we bother at all

And I think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
They remind me of when we were in school
Nothing really mattered when you called at my name
In fact nothing really mattered at all


And I'm thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
But I won′t get me down
I′m just thankful to be facing a day
'Cause days don′t get you far when you're gone

It′s five o'clock on a Friday morning
One hundred telephones shake and ring
One of them′s from someone who knew you

Well I'll still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling
They'll still remind me of when we were at school
When they could never have persuaded me that live like yours
Were in the hands of these erroneous fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
Well let them take you next
Can′t you live and be thankful you′re here
See it could be you tomorrow next year