Wake up straight
Called out by the sun
On the first day of April
Out of bed
Lord, it was a plane crash
But I�m sure that I was dreaming
TV on,
Of course caffeine and signs
Of submission again
Another day
On this little island
Just a bell hangs on

Porridge done
I take my kid to school
It was the pound shop, Woolworth�s
Under bridge
Where the subway sees the daytime
And the West Way flies by
Then on my bike
Down the Ladbroke Grove
To the forthcoming dramas
The studio
And a love of all sweet music
We just can�t let go
Let go� let go.. let go� let go.. let go

So meditate
On what we�ve all become
On a cold day in springtime
Civil War
Is what we all were born into
Raise your left hand, right, sing
Don�t capitulate
To the forces of the market place
They�re long departed
Consolidate
The love we�ve had together
On a cold day in springtime