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>> Constellation Of The Heart << |
We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky Put your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart Steer your life by these stars On the unconditional chance 'Tis here where Hell and Heaven dance This is the constellation of the heart We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky APut your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart We take all the telescopes And we turn them inside out And we point them away from the big sky APut your eye right up to the glass, now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart Well we think you'd better wake up capt'n There's something happen'n up ahead We've never seen anything like it We've never seen anything like it before I want a full report That's it What do you mean, "That's it?" That's all you get You'd better do something 'bout it What am I supposed to do about it? We don't know, but you can't run away from it Maybe you'd better face it I can't do that C'mon face it! I can't do that C'mon, c'mon face it What am I gonna do? It is gonna hurt, it is gonna hurt me bad? Ooh here's the constellation of the heart Who said anything about it hurting? It's gonna be beautiful It's gonna be wonderful It's gonna be paradise (Just being alive, it can really hurt...) Ooh find me the man with the ladder And he might lift me up to the stars (Without the pain there'd be no learning Without the hurting we'd never change.) Oooh and if you see the woman with the key I hear she's opening up the doors to Heaven Oh and here comes the man with the stick He said he'd fish me out of the moon Ohoh here's the constellation of the heart It is the constellation of the heart Oh yes it is the constellation of the heart Stuart Elliott: Drums John Giblin: Bass Danny McIntosh: Guitar Gary Brooker: Hammond Paddy Bush: Vocals Colin Lloyd-Tucker: Vocals Nigel Hitchcock: Tenor Saxophone Neil Sidwell: Trombone Paul Spong: Trumpet Steve Sidwell: Trumpet Kate: Keyboards, Piano zurück
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