Wasteland (BBC Session Janice Long 24/09/1986) Songtext
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Wasteland (BBC Session Janice Long 24/09/1986) Songtext
There′s a crystal view from my window
And I can see for yers to come
I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
I live for the sword the steel and the gun
I can tear down the walls and storm the barricades
Or run to the place where the frightened crawl
Desire lurcks beyond good an evil
So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland over this land
All over this wasteland
You can touch but please keep yor distance
You're innocent and pure and with no shame
My spirit is willing and my flesh is craved
You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Heaven and hell I know them well
But I haven′t yet made my choice
I'm feeling scared 'cos I′m shouting loud
And no one can hear my voice
I′m walking a tightwire can't look down
Cos I′m strung out high above you all
A fateful wind blows through this land
Howls my name and heralds my fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
And I can see for yers to come
I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
I live for the sword the steel and the gun
I can tear down the walls and storm the barricades
Or run to the place where the frightened crawl
Desire lurcks beyond good an evil
So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland over this land
All over this wasteland
You can touch but please keep yor distance
You're innocent and pure and with no shame
My spirit is willing and my flesh is craved
You tease and you taunt with the pleasure of pain
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Heaven and hell I know them well
But I haven′t yet made my choice
I'm feeling scared 'cos I′m shouting loud
And no one can hear my voice
I′m walking a tightwire can't look down
Cos I′m strung out high above you all
A fateful wind blows through this land
Howls my name and heralds my fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Writer(s): Craig David Adams, Simon Thomas Hinkler, Wayne Hussey, Mick Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com