morrissey
east west
East West Over the ocean Perpetual motion Travelling around No rest Singing and playing Night out and day in Doing the rounds What a great life this must seem! Swelled joints Everything classy Nothing is tacky Only the best Lush girls Older and dying Sighing and crying This is success What a great life this must seem! But when I hear your voice Singing out The Bells Of Home Are ringing out And I feel all alone (And I think of my home) Cold times A wind through the houses The bleakness arouses A longing to leave Time flew I wanted to see you Somehow I could not do Because of success What a strange life this can be! But when I hear your voice Singing out The Bells Of Home Are ringing out And I feel all alone (And I think of my home)