I wish there was another year another time. When people sang and poems rhymed. My name could be Napoleon. A thousand ships . A windy sail, so huge and high it´s tall enough to touch the sky.
It´s beautiful but hard to find. But I just wasn´t born in time.
Walking back to Waterloo again . Where do I begin ? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
I can dream of growing trees and things that live and grass that´s green in meadows that have never been. But I still place my trust in the Queen. What is life when a man is pressured based on wrong or right. And I don´t know what it means. There must be more we haven´t seen.
Walking back to Waterloo again.
Where do I begin? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end.
Walking back to Waterloo again. Where do I begin? In the brand new street, you can get a good seat at the end