Night and day the winds hold away
In the upper athmosphere
And down this way the children play
With their warmed up plastic spears
And the cars drive by
And the flower dies
And the traffic flows
And the flower grows.
You walk into the room
You're bound to find me there
You hand me the wooden spoon
The sun shines through your hair
But please, please, leave me
Until ten to four
'cos I'm piecing togheter the night before
So you call me on the phone
So I feel I'm not alone
And you mention Ho Chi Minn
While I try to remember where I've been
But the TV goes on and on and on
But the aerial's fucked
So the picture is wrong
And the whole of this is only a song
The whole of this is only a song
The cars drive by,
And the flower dies
and the traffic flows,
and the flower grows,
Night and Day, Night and Day,
It, s just Night and Day
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