english rose

No matter where I roam

I will come back to my english rose

For no bonds can ever tempt me from she

Ive sailed the seven seas,

Flown the whole blue sky.

But Ive returned with haste to where my

Love does lie.

No matter where I go I will come back to my english rose

For nothing can ever tempt me from she.

Ive searched the secret mists -

Ive climbed the highest peaks

Caught the wild wind home to hear her soft voice speak

To hear her soft voice speak

No matter where I roam

I will return to my english rose

For no bonds can ever keep me from she.

Ive been to ancient worlds

Ive scoured the whole universe

And caught the first train home

To be at her side.

No matter where I roam

I will return to my english rose

For no bonds can ever keep me from she

town called malice

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -

cos it's the one we'll never know

And quit running for that runaway bus -

cos those rosey days are few

And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,

Cos time is short and life is cruel -

but it's up to us to change

This town called malice.

Rows and rows of disused milk floats

stand dying in the dairy yard

And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk

bottles to their hearts

Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come

fast and furious

In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year

The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -

I'm almost stone cold dead

In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef

gets dashed against the Co-op

To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear

It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track

It's at the moment bound for nowhere -

just going round and round

Playground kids and creaking swings -

lost laughter in the breeze

I could go on for hours and I probably will -

but I'd sooner put some joy back

In this town called malice.