Liza Radley see the girl with long hair
See her creeping cross summer lawns at midnight

In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you
But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool

Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you
That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you

Tonight at noon, tonight at noon
When we meet in the midnight hour
I will bring you night flowers
Coloured like your eyes

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As each day goes by
A little more
You can't remember
What it was you wanted, anyway

Leaves start falling
Come down is calling
Loneliness starts sinking in

High tide, mid-afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom

Oh baby I'm dreaming of Monday
Oh baby when I see you again

But you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to comprehend
Why you set up your dreams to have them smashed in the end

Law and order take a turn for the worst
In the shape of a size 10 boot
Rape and murder throughout the land

And life just simply moves along
In simple houses, simple jobs
And no ones wanting for the change

Puts up the closed sign does the man in the corner shop
Serves his last then he says goodbye to him
He knows it is a hard life

All we seem to do is talk about it
We always end up shouting about it
There was a time we could overcome it

I'm really sorry that I can't be there
But work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand
Things are really taking off for me

Every year is the same
And I feel it again
I'm a loser, no chance to win
Leaves start falling
Come down is calling
Loneliness starts sinking in

The way that sunlight flits across your skirt
Makes me feel I'm from another world
To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around

True its a dream mixed with nostalgia
But its a dream that Ill always hang on to
That Ill always run to
Won't you join me by the riverbank

Sunday papers
And the dailies
Ena Sharples
Page 3 girls
News at ten
War in Rhodesia
Far away
In a distant land