Tekster: Spandau Ballet. Missionary.

The bells ring out above my room
and announcement of our loss
and in the act three men decide
and indefinite epilogue.
My letters have all gone
a journey that's unsure
a message that was rich
a hand that was poor.
Oh have me breath and let me go
cause I don't want you to know
cause I don't want you to know.
Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
My own description may have failed
torn from pictures that were saved
along with images from words
that were saved and not erased
the shelves arranged above my head
a memory of my fears
blankets hold the smell of life
and soak the many years.
Oh have me breath and let me go
cause I don't want you to know
cause I don't want you to know.
Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
Oh missionary are you here.
Sun doesn't burn when the water comes
but water doesn't come like the English rain
they bury their heads for self defence
a marked improvement through diligence
we are alone against our sins
alone against our sins
alone against our sins.
Vacant rooms that are full of men
that sit on the stools awaiting time
discussion leads to little sense
they bury their heads for self defence
we are alone against our sins
alone against our sins
alone against our sins