Durutti Column Dream Of A Child
And with the new light Goes every morning I walk the same streets The same every day Passed by the people Who go to the center The lines of their cars They look the same way [chorus] I look for a shelter I go slipping away I look for a shelter And my time of day To some quiet place To find colours of joy I look for a shelter And this is my time Dream of a child A physical presence How she does touch me It stays in my soul No use to deny Existence of passion There's no way to play it Turn away from inside [chorus] To some quiet place To find colours of joy I look for a shelter And this is my time Stood by the statue Stare out of the square Watching the dreams that are many Filled with a life of their own A crippled young child The pain of a short life To bear curses of men And the turning away I walk the same streets The same every day I walk the same streets The same every day [chorus] To some quiet place To find colours of joy I look for a shelter This is my time
