Able Archer Lyrics

We pressed in closer listening
To the distant ringing cathedral bells
The trees have lost their leaves for good
And the sky’s become a carousel

Well we left our land in the middle west
Where a thousand forests might've grown
We'll leave it to the scientists
To take and burn this ground away Gordievsky's flipped again
And I'm sent to bed early again
So I'm counting on the day after next
To take and burn these clouds away

Waiting back in home-room
On another dreary day of school
And I'm locked in with the bins & brooms
So I'll have a chair and wait upon you fools

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