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?