Outer Limits – 29th November 1984

The sweet sound of the country
Destroyed by reality
I just want to bury my head in the pillow
Fearful of the swallow
We must pray for yesterday
And remain virgins all our life
This isn’t my idea of utopia
But now the party’s over
The sweet smell of the country
Divorced from reality
I just want to bury my head in the pillow
Tearful to swallow