It was a winter Sunday in the center of town In the middle of the advent madness Fading daylight, gusts of rain Christmas carols playing on the brain, and on the radio I could see the other guests arriving In their Range Rovers and MG midgets Sprayed lime green and vomit orange Princess Di lookalikes in county twinsets And down-at-heel Cambridge playboys Wearing Moss Bros suits and hand-me-down sports jackets The theatrical profession at prayer, and I felt so out of place Heads were turning and the whispering spread As you stood in the aisle staring straight ahead Like Lazarus risen up from the dead in a formal morning coat Prayers were offered and a lesson was read As one or two crocodile sniffles were shed And somebody whispered 'Doesn't she just look wonderful' With a dry crack in the voice But I felt like a leper and a traitor too To everything we once knew was true You avoided my eye and I knew that you knew And something in my heart screamed no
Because it isn't the bride that I wanna kiss It isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss And it's not that I wanted a life like this But I'm doing fine, I'm doing fine
Still I remembered all the places and people we'd known All the summers we spent on that disused aerodrome All the double-edged jokes in our private code In our very own private language And if I could still ride my bike home across that windswept runway Well I'd do it again today And now here we were all these years later Still living in the shadow of a mushroom cloud As we mumbled the Lord's prayer together And asked for the peace which passeth all understanding And if I sound bitter it's because I'm alone Under alien colours, in an alien zone And though I know the language well it isn't my own And I really don't belong here
Because it isn't the bride that I wanna kiss And it isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss And it's not that I wanted a life like this But a part of my childhood died No, it isn't the bride that I wanna kiss
It isn't your friendship I'm gonna miss It's not that I wanted it to end like this With water and wine, water and wine
Well I guess I'm just paying my respects to you For the sake of who we used to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
