Danielle Dax The Living And Their Stillborn
A cold wind blowing
In the afternoon
The coat she is wearing
Will be old too soon
Down to the century square
The other dreamers are there
The living and their stillborn
They spin another story
In a chemical-aided cheer
Of all the hope and the glory
When they knew no fear
Once the world had seemed fine
And time was on their side
The living and their stillborn
