Tomorrow
In A Country Churchyard
Chris de Burgh
In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people,
Gathered all around to join a man and woman,
Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple,
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
A lovely girl is coming down,
To give her hand upon her wedding day...
Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,
Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
And picking up his bible then the preacher turns towards her,
"Will you take
Chris de Burgh
In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people,
Gathered all around to join a man and woman,
Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple,
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
A lovely girl is coming down,
To give her hand upon her wedding day...
Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,
Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
And picking up his bible then the preacher turns towards her,
"Will you take
Out of the Void
I can't slip my skin
I'm full of dust
I'm chemically imbalanced
I'm cancer
Bad astrology's the answer
If I were a child again
I'd be holy and not insane
I've got the tear
I can't get out of the void into the light
Out of the void into the light
I'm scarecrow man
I'm made of rags and straw
I'm paranoid
I can't see or feel or speak
I lust hang
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm so hungry I can't eat
I've got the fear
I can't get out of the void into the light
Out of the void into the light